Anger For Loss

Why hadn't he noticed the sound when the burglary fell?

She'd screamed—loudly—when she nearly fell to her death. The iron bars had clattered against the wall like thunder.

But he hadn't come.

Which meant… magic.

Of course.

Whatever spell was bound to this place must have muffled the noise—keeping her hidden even in the middle of her chaotic escape attempt.

Now the question was—why was he coming now?

Her heart thudded like a war drum against her ribs.

What did he want this time?

What cruel words would spill from his mouth now?

She braced herself, steeling her spine even as her legs threatened to buckle beneath her.

The door creaked open, slow and deliberate, like the person on the other side wanted her to feel the weight of their presence before they even stepped inside.

He entered.