Celeste POV
I see a man I don’t recognize; he is built like a football player, tall and bulky. He gives me a smirk and cracks his knuckles.
“Devlin said you might escape, but I thought he was crazy. But I guess I was wrong; here you are.” He steps closer to me, clearly trying to intimidate me with his size.
“I think you are underestimating me even more; I will give you a chance and let you walk away,” I tell him, and I let out a growl as I prepare myself to fight.
He tilts his head back with a laugh, and the buzz-cut hairstyle makes him look like a typical jock.
“You do have a mouth on you. But I am not scared of a little tiny wolf; Devlin will certainly cut off my head if he finds out you escaped.” He doesn’t say another word and lunges at me; I quickly evade him.
I move further away from him, putting the kitchen island between us. He gives me a dirty glare, clearly not happy that he couldn’t catch me with his first attempt.