Chapter 11

When a gas station came up, he turned off the highway. He didn’t need to fill up, but he went into the shop to talk to the staff. He grabbed a chocolate bar, thinking Elora might need something sweet when she woke up and went to the counter. A middle-aged woman with bleached hair and screaming pink nails smiled at him. He did his best to look harmless—not easy. Most humans feared him because of how he looked. They might not be able to pinpoint what it was that scared them, but their subconscious alerted them of danger. His way of moving matched with his jet-black hair, dark eyes, and black clothes didn’t help.