It's Christmas [5]

(Malory)

I see the invisible horns on his head from the minute I step into the dining room. There’s darkness in his eyes that no contact lens can hide, there’s age to his hair and his skin that no amount of hair dye or medical treatment can disguise. I can see the evil. I can feel it. The aura around him is eerie. The energy of the room is unbalanced; negative.

He’s wearing a suit pressed to perfection –it’s only every mark of proof that shows he’s a well-established businessman. He’s got his expensive watch, a classic tie, even a slight smoulder on show whenever he feels like revealing one. His voice, though internally I cringe because I know who this man is, is soothing enough to woo any woman. I can’t blame my mother for being swept up by his wave of class.

I can’t blame her for being magnetized by him at all.

That’s what’s making this all so scary.

Grey sits quietly. Ron and Olivia sit quietly. I’ve decided to sit quietly, too.