I have dreams about dogs sometimes.
Usually my nightmares are about the dead rising up and walking again, or witches or evil spirits. But ever since I started working here, hounds have been in my dreams more and more.
And they look a lot like the king.
At first, I thought it was a coincidence. But Sally always told me that when my gut sinks around a man, I should run. Fast. The only problem is, there’s no where I could run.
Sometimes I see his eyes glitter at me from across the food court, where he eats with his family.
Sometimes I look up and catch him staring at me when I’m reading, or doing paperwork. I’ve told Chishio, but he just said that it was normal.
“Jack’s a creeper. And creepers like to creep. Just watch your back.”
But there’s no where to run. If he did come after me--
He wouldn’t. He’s got two women, why bother with me. He doesn’t even know what I look like under my cloak. No way to tell…
Yet he still stare