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"
Did
I
frighten
you
?
"
Yes
,
there
was
definitely
humor
there
.
"
No
,
"
I
lied
.
He
didn
’
t
buy
it
.
"
I
apologize
for
scaring
you
,
"
he
persisted
with
a
slight
smile
,
but
then
all
evidence
of
teasing
disappeared
.
"
It
was
just
the
very
thought
of
you
being
there
.
.
.
while
we
hunted
.
"
His
jaw
tightened
.
"
That
would
be
bad
?
"
He
spoke
from
between
clenched
teeth
.
"
Extremely
.
"
"
Because
.
.
.
?
"
He
took
a
deep
breath
and
stared
through
the
windshield
at
the
thick
,
rolling
clouds
that
seemed
to
press
down
,
almost
within
reach
.
"
When
we
hunt
,
"
he
spoke
slowly
,
unwillingly
,
"
we
give
ourselves
over
to
our
senses
.
.
.
govern
less
with
our
minds
.
Especially
our
sense
of
smell
.
If
you
were
anywhere
near
me
when
I
lost
control
that
way
.
.
.
"
He
shook
his
head
,
still
gazing
morosely
at
the
heavy
clouds
.
I
kept
my
expression
firmly
under
control
,
expecting
the
swift
flash
of
his
eyes
to
judge
my
reaction
that
soon
followed
.
My
face
gave
nothing
away
.
But
our
eyes
held
,
and
the
silence
deepened
-
and
changed
.
Flickers
of
the
electricity
I
’
d
felt
this
afternoon
began
to
charge
the
atmosphere
as
he
gazed
unrelentingly
into
my
eyes
.
It
wasn
’
t
until
my
head
started
to
swim
that
I
realized
I
wasn
’
t
breathing
.
When
I
drew
in
a
jagged
breath
,
breaking
the
stillness
,
he
closed
his
eyes
.
