The man was young; curly blonde hair like a grown-up cherub and a lean, powerful body. He exuded confidence smeared with the oiliness of a sexual predator. He was dangerous. His smile was dark, never meeting his eyes. The fact that I saw his eyes frighten…

Everything seemed to happen at once. Stella lived at two speeds simultaneously. In what felt like it should have taken only a second or two, the moon sprang upon her back and spread out like an effulgent tarpaulin, pressing her skin into the pricking fenc…