The Sentinels good morning, worm, your honor

His gaze lingered over her, and she didn't like it. No one had looked at her like this before. Perhaps if it were under different circumstances, the attention would be flattering. As it was, Maegi felt as if she were being savored, a treat before the main course. She blinked, slowly, holding his gaze, hoping the fear she felt in her stomach did not flit over her face.

"What do you mean?" she asked, putting up a facade of innocence. She had some idea of what was going through his mind--but so young, Maegi had little frame of reference for all things sexual. Violence, she knew well, like an old friend. Blood, fear, death. . .that was almost old hat, by now.

But desire and hunger? What she saw in his eyes? Waters untested, for the girl. And a girl she was. . . Maegi didn't know why he wouldn't just leave her be, find another woman to pester. Why he looked at her the way he did.

Creepy. He had always been so creepy.