He was looking at me.
Unshielded hunter's eyes, staring right through my soul and piercing me as if he could demolish me whole. I shifted unconsciously on my feet, trying to ignore the sensation of my wet jeans clinging to my legs. The cold I felt seeped deeper than the damp fabric or the snow that had gotten inside my jacket. It was his gaze that truly chilled me to the bone.
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