Predator and Prey Cont.

You don't seem to notice my arrival at first. You are looking out of the carriage window on the opposite side. The faint glow of the lamp post outside streams through as rain drizzles down the glass casting odd flickering shadows upon the skin that wasn't obscured by the brim of your hat.  You seem to be in deep thought. It was remarkable how I had sensed pure fear before, yet now you were stoic and calm.  You turn your head towards the shadows where I sit observing you quietly. You are somewhat astonished and look from side to side without a word.  You stand slightly hunched hand stretched out ready to grasp the handle of the door.  The carriage begins to move and you stagger back. You seem as though you are about to leave but with one soft sigh in which you believed to be inaudible you sit down upon the satin cushioned seat.  
An icy searing burn clenches my throat as I hear your heart pumping calmly. The blood coursing through
your body. It is becoming discomforting.  If I wanted, I could end it at this very second but I do not. I simply watch you .  For quite some time, we sit in silence in which from time to time was pierced with shouts of the driver, or snorting huffs from the horses.   Suddenly you speak.
"Where are you going miss? You have a stern voice which coincided with an annoyed tone.  I can feel your eyes searching, roaming over me. To anyone else they would be completely obscured but I could see the flash of shadows reflecting upon them under the dark sweep of hair and  brimmed hat. My throat burns with the icy searing pain once more but this time more urgently. At first I do not answer.  I remain silent. I can feel the irritation rising and I begin to speak. I tell you I am to meet my newlywed husband deep in the countryside upon the moors where his estates reside.  I feel your eyes slide to the only part of me that is not enfolded in my cloak.  You glance at my dainty pale hands.
"where is your ring?" You bark becoming skeptical but ever so more interested.  I smile to myself.  The game becomes even more exciting.  I am like a cat playing and pawing at its prey before devouring it.  I ask you would a young wealthy lady traveling alone parade around her treasures among the common hustling and bustling crowd?  You scoff arrogantly at me laughing at what you thought was my stupidity.
"For Heavens sake woman! What makes you think that you would be safe  divulging this interesting banter about wealthy estates and pricey treasures  in my presence?"  At this I smile and laugh quietly to myself.  If you only knew the danger that I myself could bestow down upon you.  You hadn't the faintest clue in your growing reassurance that you yourself was in control and oh so safe, that I was in fact the closest you come to greeting death.