A man was standing to the side, leaning against the stove. I let out a little shriek, startled to find someone in the dark room.
“Need something?” he asked. He sounded angry but I didn’t know why.
“Just…um, the cream.” I moved to the counter where I could see it sitting, but my eyes stayed on Griffin. I knew it was Griffin, I mean, who else could it be?
“What are you staring at?” he said, anger rising in his throat. He spat out he words in tone that sounded automatic.
“Um… sorry… I.”
“Wanna see freaks? Go to a circus.” He stepped forward and got right in my face. His breath was hot, making goose bumps fill out all over my arms and back. I could see every twisted, graphic line of his face; it looked like something out of a horror movie. The closeness of his massive body felt almost like an attack.
He stared into my eyes for a moment, then he moved past me, his nose almost grazed mine. He stomped through the door; it wobbled back and forth on its hinge