"I won't ask you again!" He said in such a low tone it might as well have been a growl with how much force it shot out of his throat, his gaze on Harriet only deepened more than before.
It sank into her skin like heat from a furnace, unwavering and sharp. Enough for the air between them to get warm—unbearably so—until sweat began to slide down Harriet's back, sticking her dress to her skin as she looked back at him with wide, cautious eyes.
"I'm human!! What else could I be?" She asked him, voice shaky, her throat tightening with unease. But instead of getting a normal response—something she could rationalize, even if hostile—what she got instead was a frightening gaze. It wasn't just intense; it was suffocating. A gaze that made her instinctively scoot back, her legs struggling to move against the tremble that seized them.
