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“Are you afraid of me, Fawn?” he asked.

I met his gaze and lied. “No.”

“You should be.”

He’s right.

I should be afraid, even more afraid of him than I was of the man he took me from.

I know who he is, what he is.

A bad man, a cruel one. 

That’s as clear as the arctic green of his eyes.

But I see something else too.

Something that tells me he might be my salvation.