“Do you fear the dark?” he asked. I turned my head, and the stubble on his jaw scratched my cheek. “No,” I said because it was true. “But I prefer the light. Nothing can hide in the light.” “So you fear what lingers in the dark?” “I suppose,” I said. “Do you fear me?” “No,” I said, too quickly. “Should I?” “Yes,” he said. “But not for the reasons you think.” “And what do I think?”
