Hidden (To Love A Killer #1) Read Online Free PDF

people below continued walking along, completely unaware anyone or anything hovered above. That’s how everyone was here, unaware. No one was looking, seeing, or even caring what anyone else was doing. That’s why it had been so easy to disappear here. That’s why it was easy to stay hidden and not be found. He knew that’s what his neighbor was up to: staying hidden.
                  Suddenly, Ash noticed the sounds of muffled voices. It was subtle, but he picked up on it. The voices seemed to be coming from the girl’s apartment, carried through the night air. He could have easily dismissed it, chalking it up to a midnight conversation, but his ear caught something more. He wasn’t listening to a calm chat between friends. One of the voices sounded distressed. It was the girl. She wasn’t talking, she was having an argument. Her words, though unrecognizable, were spoken sparsely, few and far between, and contained an edge of terror in their tone.
                  Ash realized, as he trained his hearing even more keenly on the voices in the neighboring apartment, that something over there was wrong. And it immediately started to give him a very bad feeling.
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                  Hunter was trembling. She could feel her rib cage quake with each inhale. Her legs turned soft and rubbery. She feared her knees would buckle, go weak. For as terrified as she was, however, Hunter was determined not to show it. Her palms felt numb. Her head was swimming with dizzying thoughts, but she kept her gaze on the man, glaring at him. Her expression hardened, stone-like and severe.
                  She was tempted to rip the gun from her purse. She wanted nothing more than to annihilate him, but if she glanced down at her purse, if she broke eye contact, she feared it would afford him the opportunity to lunge towards her.
                  How had he gotten into her apartment so easily? It had to have been through the window. He had to have climbed the fire escape. But how had he known she lived here? How did he find her?
                  His face was cracked with deep furrowing creases across his forehead, down his cheeks, and around his mouth. His skin looked like leather. The clothing he wore had the unmistakable mark of country living, the slowed down life of fixing cars and drinking beer. His thick fingers and stout hands were grease stained. The dirt seemed to be so deeply imbedded in the skin, under the nails, that it was now a part of him. There was no way of separating the grime from the man.
                  This was not at all how Hunter remembered him. Life up north must have aged him. It must have chipped away at his decency, at his goodness. If his spirit was anywhere in there, Hunter couldn’t see it.
                  She also couldn’t see how she was going to make it out of this alive. The gun in her purse was her only hope, but it seemed miles away. He could seize her before she even gripped it in her hands. The thought was petrifying. 
                  She had been told not to hesitate. She had been told to shoot first and think later. The voice of the skinny Latino kid rolled through the back of her mind, mocking her. She knew she had already hesitated, already failed, missing her window.
                  That’s when Hunter noticed the man had a knife drawn. He was rotating it slowly in his palm. There was something hungry about the movement and it turned Hunter’s stomach nauseous.
                  This put her at a disadvantage. The folds and zippers of her purse stood between her and the gun. Hunter’s heart pounded against her chest just thinking about what it would take to fumble through those layers. She knew the second she motioned for her purse, he would be on her.
                  “I’m not going anywhere with