Zephyr stood frozen beside the chair, heartbeat throbbing loudly in his ears as he stared at the woman standing at his doorpost.
The room felt cold, wind whooshing in through the door and windows. Was he dreaming? Was this another vision, or his mind playing tricks on him.
She shouldn't be here at his doorstep standing like any normal person. She should be sinister, clothed in moonlight, appearing only in his dreams. But this. This felt real.
“Sir, please, you have to help me,” the woman softened, her breaths shaky.
“Help you,” Zephyr stuttered, eyes wide, filled with a mix of confusion and fright. “You… you barge into my house without my permission, and…” his voice trailed into the silence, ears sharpened as he caught another heartbeat just outside.
Zephyr's eyebrows locked toge
