Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

Claire looks over her shoulder then, and I notice a man approaching with a deep hood over his head. I can only tell his gender because he’s built like an upside-down Eiffel Tower. Massive, broad shoulders stretching the robe, the seams nearly bursting, and then dramatically tapering down into chicken legs. Dickhead skipped leg day so often that he can’t even see them anymore because they’re so skinny.