“You’re not going to kill me?” I’m not going to die right now? Something flashes through his eyes. Excitement or anticipation or – Curiosity. That’s what it is. “No,” he finally says, and it’s almost a question – like he’s testing out the word on his tongue. “I don’t think I will.” He takes another step back, his finger closing around the doorknob the same way they closed around my throat. “Not right now. You’ve just become the most interesting thing on campus, Poppy Davis.”
