“Hello, Noah,” he said, his tongue touching the tip of one of his sharp teeth. “Are you my date?” I breathed out, startled. “Yes, indeed. Call me Meduso. I like the way you smell when you’re scared,” he said softly. I shuddered but still managed to glare at him. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me,” I said, taking a step back from him. “There’s no need. You belong to me now,” Meduso said, cocking his head.
