Extra - Isaa part V
My first mistake came that same night, and the one to pay the price wouldn't be me, but rather, the child who one day would be my Templar.
As they prepare the camping around us, carrying water for the horses, cooking, talking and so on and on, we are left there in the middle for all to see, like part of the luggage.
So I'm not really surprised when one pair of eyes is still creepily staring at me.
I feel a chill run down my spine and, before I look back I already had a faint idea what my eyes would encounter, but even that did not prepare me for the sight, no child would be able to, to be under such intense gaze, a lustful predatory glint that made me shiver and cower even more, the man unmoving, focused, only his hands were playing with a knife as his eyes did not even blink while staring me down.
My shivering self only fuels his hunger.