The temperature inside the barn seems to drop to freezing the moment Bruno’s gaze shifts between the last girl and me, his expression almost delighted, lips parted in approval, lightly dampened when his tongue drags across them.
A starving predator.
The girl’s fear can be heard through the frantic clattering of her teeth. I know I’m alone here and that until Pandora returns, both of us are dead.
The look in the large man’s eyes drags me back to that night in the South Wing, when my back bled and his deep laughter echoed like waves of terror. He never did those things simply because he was ordered to.
He loved it.
There’s a depravity in him that terrifies me, and it’s as though he knows that his face is the face of the fear that visits me every night in nightmares. It isn’t my father’s
