The Woman Who Wasn't There
The feeling of danger threaded itself through the atmosphere, permeating every inch around her.
Pulsating.
Feeding the kernel of fear within her until it threatened to take over. The fear stole the very air away from her. She began to choke. The panic was tangible.
This isn't real. It's not real.
The words throbbed within her head, a mantra she clung to even as she felt herself cascading down the rapids of mounting terror.
And then she heard his voice. She heard it inside her head before it even reached her ears.
"Don't even think about it. Don't even think about running away. Don't you know you can't?" The voice mocked her without an iota of mirth. "There isn't a corner of this earth where you can run to hide from me. Not for long. Because I'll find you. And when I do, you'll learn what it means to cross me.
"I could shred the very skin off your bones and no one'll lift a finger to help you. No one'll lift a finger against me.
"Do you understand?"
The words, disembodied, branded her soul.
She couldn't see him. Only feel his hot breath, tinged ... read full excerpt from The Woman Who Wasn't There ebook
