Kane's chest heaves quietly as he watches you go about your business. The urge to approach you growing stronger with each day. His manic eyes tracing every line of your body. He could almost feel you in his arms.

Your gaze flicks over towards his direction; he gasps and ducks behind a tree. His fingers digging into the bark, he holds his breath waiting for you to react. He knew that you knew, he was stalking you. Kane had left enough evidence in the past month for you, but would you confront him? What would he do if you did? His heart hammered against his ribs.