ANONYMOUS POV
Kiara
Kiara stares at Bernard, not sure what to do. She knows that he must be trying to read her, and she will never let him sense her fear. He is walking slowly towards her, and with every step, he is getting creepier.
"Hi." He says with a smile that would have been cute if Kiara had not been convinced beyond doubt that there was something weird about him.
"Hi. Do I know you?" She tries to act like she does not know him. "Did you come here to pluck herbs, too?" She asks, getting her sword ready for anything.
He chuckles and starts to fiddle with the leaves beside him. "I came to talk to you, and I am sure that you know exactly who I am." He says looking into her eyes.
Kiara knows that he is not buying her act, but she keeps it up. She has been trained in war for too many years to give in just like that.
