Midnight descended, and the relentless rain battered against the windows. Zane remained engrossed in his work. The thunderstorm outside roared, and lightning illuminated the dimmed room, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Amid the stormy environment, a piercing shriek shattered the silence, sending a surge of adrenaline through Zane’s veins. Without a moment’s delay, he abandoned his desk and rushed toward the source of the terrified cry, knowing it could only come from his little beauty.
Inside the room, Aria wept like an abandoned kitten, her heart racing as the thunder rumbled in the distance. The mere sound sent shivers down her spine, and her pulse quickened with fear. Thunderstorms had always been her punisher, a relentless source of terror since childhood. Memories of being locke
