Episode XV| Where Is Honey, Chris?
He glanced down at her legs. They were shaking.
He knew she wasn't lying when it came to him. But when it came to Honey, he had his doubts. That bond between the two women, so tight it almost rivaled his and Block's, always made him uneasy. It was strange, unnatural even, how close they were, considering they weren't kin.
He rubbed his hands together slowly, the sound deliberate, each motion more calculated than the last. Those hands—soft, yet dangerous. She knew them all too well, knew what they were capable of.
Chris bolted up, leaping over the back of the sofa, her body moving faster than her mind could process. Basket's grin followed her like a shadow, sinister and cold.
She ran, her breaths coming out in short, panicked gasps, each one ragged with fear.
Her pulse pounded in her ears, her body on autopilot as she sprinted toward the stairs.
Her feet barely touched the ground, but his presence was everywhere, suffocating her with every step.
She could feel him behind her, his energy wrapping around her like a vice.
That's why she studied grounding, the art of connecting with nature.
Her third eye had opened long ago. She saw things that others didn't. She was woke, aware of the evils around her—aware of the evil that lived inside of Basket.
She had always known there was something dark in him, something that couldn't be tamed or governed.