She was far too terrified by his sight to even listen to what he had to say. His words were too faint that could be a product of her imagination. This was the man who tormented her for years, a shadow hanging over her she chose to ignore. Her gaze to him passed from the shocck to one that was full of scorn, dread and pity.
She took a few steps back away from him, opening her purse. She had a cross and a gun in there to wield against him.