He was still moving slowly towards her, close enough finally that all she had to do was reach out her hand to touch him. She was both exhilarated and frightened by the intensity of his gaze. Everything felt like they were existing in slow motion. There was an element of fear that he wasn't stalking closer to her for anything other than to cause her pain for keeping the secret of his daughter from him for so long, but somehow that was more exciting than it was terrifying. As much as she knew she wasn't a masochist, she could appreciate that she deserved some sort of pain for what she did. It was only fair that she be punished for her crimes.