SOMEONE was yelling. A terrified sound. Terrified, but full of rage.
Kayan opened his eyes and realized it was coming from him. He braced himself on the arms of the chair, his breath coming in short, powerful bursts. He was having difficulty in breathing. It was as if someone was squeezing his windpipe to prevent him from breathing.
A cool hand pressed against his forehead and the darkened room started to come into some focus.
“Are you all right?”
It was Primrose. Again tonight he was a fool in front of her.
He tightened his hands into fists and stood from the chair. Primrose stepped out of his way. He couldn’t see her expression in the dark. But he didn’t want her to see his, either, so that eliminated the possibility of turning on any lights.
“Fine,” he gritted. Anger erupted from
