C61 Menace

I knew the voice.

Zion.

With panic settling in my mind, I let out a shaky breath through my lips. My hands slipped from the window sill as I slowly turned around.

And there he was. Standing there with his hands in his pockets, he watched me with a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. A smirk that mocked me.

A recognition flickered in my head.

Dark unruly hair, dark soulless eyes