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mom called me when I was born, but mostly friends just call me Silk,” he replied. Taylor thought he might have been giving her some kind of a line, but the look in his eyes told her he was dead serious.
    “Fascinating,” Taylor said. “Sorry, wrong Gabriel.” Before he shut the door, she turned and headed back to the stairwell, making her way to the second to last floor, the sixth. Jackpot. The first name on the list was him. Gabriel Knight. Room 601. No roommate was listed. He had a single room, which was very rare for freshman, who were mostly bundled into doubles and triples due to space constraints. Thud, thud. Thud, thud. Her restless heart continued to pound, the drum beat so loud now that she thought it might be audible outside of her body. It was now or never. Seize the day.
    The first room on each floor was the one next to the stairwell; she had walked right past 601 on the way to the noticeboard. She knocked twice and then waited expectantly. No answer. She tried to look backwards through the peephole, but saw only black, like it had been covered by something. She knocked again. No response. He must be out. At least she knew where to find him now. She would have to try again later.
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    H e watched her out his window. She must know someone in his building. Probably just a coincidence. Gabriel had waited patiently for nearly three weeks. Waiting for the right time to approach her again. He had entered her dreams twice now. Saved her twice. The next time she saw him, she would trust him implicitly.
    She entered Jacoby Hall, moving out of his sight. A couple of nerds had let her in. He was tempted to seek her out, but acting on impulses was immature and would eventually lead to failure. Restraining himself, he satisfied his urge to act by going through each sequence of his mission plan in excruciating detail. He was nearly finished when he heard the knock on the door. Probably just another one of the idiot guys on his floor looking for someone to hang out with.
    Still, with the dark one lurking around, he couldn’t be too careful. Before opening the door, he put an eye to the peephole.
    What he saw shocked him.
    The girl. Of all people, the girl. She had found him. He watched as she put her own brown eye to the tiny glass portal, attempting to see beyond the door. For a moment their eyes locked. He held his breath. Could she see him? She pulled back from the peephole and knocked once more. He ignored her and continued watching. Then she left.
    Moving back to the window, Gabriel waited for her to exit the building and then watched her walk west, back towards her dorm, Shyloh Hall. Undoubtedly, she would be back. He needed to act faster than he anticipated. He was the Hunter, not the Hunted. Everything felt backwards. Using his computer-like brain, his thoughts spun faster and faster through his head, teetering on the edge of chaos. He analyzed every angle of what had just happened, until he reached the conclusion. It was obvious, really. He had given her his name and she had inquired about him. Some careless office worker had probably given her the information she wanted: his address, maybe even his phone number.
    But why had she gone to such great lengths to find him? Perhaps he had underestimated the importance of the snake to her, considering she had it tattooed on her back. She might be obsessed with seeing him again. Infatuated by the one who set her free from fear. Yeah, that was probably it. If so, his mission was nearly complete, he would barely have to make any effort at all to seduce her.
    Even still, he preferred to be the Hunter. It was time to act.
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
    T aylor arrived back at Shyloh Hall at five o’clock on Saturday evening. She took a shower and then dressed for dinner, wearing gray sweatpants and a t-shirt. Sam was working on a paper at her desk.
    “How’s it going?” Taylor asked, as she slipped each of her rings back on one at a time.
    “Good.