Seeing him in front of me brought back so many sleepless nights. The nightmares. The monsters I made up in my head. I imagined him being something other than the man standing in front of me.
I imagined him being something that he wasn’t.
His gaze settled on mine one too many times throughout their chat. I felt the equivalent of snakes crawling over my skin.
It was as if he remembered me. I didn’t look like the scared child anymore. Did I? Because I wasn’t scared. Standing in front of my mother’s killer for the first time in decades felt surreal.
His threats meant nothing to me. If he thought telling me he had an army that could take us down scared me, then he was dense. He didn't understand my determination to avenge my mother. I felt my fingers twitching as Chase and he began to speak to one another.
Part of me wanted to tell the army to kill him right then and there. It was our chance, but the other part of me knew this wasn’t the end. We wouldn’t allow this man to walk on this