The Mark You Hide
“I told you, if you run, they’ll hunt you.”
“Who?” I demanded.
He didn’t answer. He just looked past me, over my shoulder.
I broke eye contact, just for a second, and my stomach turned to ice.
Near the edge of the lot, half hidden by the shadow of a parked truck, someone stood watching. Still as a post. Too still. Like they’d been there for minutes, waiting for the moment I made noise.
I lowered my voice. “Is that one of yours?”
“No,” he said, and the single word was tight.
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