A TWISTED DEVOTION.

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. His earlier words echo in my mind as I stare at him with a mix of trepidation, fear, and hope. He looks at me as though he needs to consume me. His blue eyes appear dark as his hold on me tightens until there's barely any air between us. All I can feel, see, breathe is him. All of a sudden, realisation courses through me. I release myself from his hold, moving back in shock as I stare at him. "You....like me?" I whispered. He looks at his hands in shock, as his jaw clenches and tightens. "Like?" He mutters so, ow, but I catch it. His lips curl in a vicious smirk as he advances towards me. My legs move back as the feeling of being hunted slams in my chest. "You think what I feel for you is some leasly 'like'?" He says, spitting the word out like it disgusts him. His hands are clenched into fists by his side, as his shoulders tense and tighten. My feet take me back until my back connects with my table. All of a sudden, I'm cornered, as he slithers towards me like