22
Vulpes
The stillness of my living room was a sanctuary, the soft glow of the lamp casting a halo of light around me as I nestled into the couch, a book cradled in my lap. The quiet was a balm, soothing the frayed edges of my nerves after the day"s unsettling events. But that fragile peace shattered like glass at the sound of an intrusion, the creak of the door a discordant note that made my heart lurch. I jerked my head up, my eyes instantly wide, the tendrils of shock and fear wrapping around my throat like cold fingers. "Ryker," slipped from my lips, a whisper that carried the weight of disbelief and a visceral terror that clawed at my insides.
How had he breached my haven? The question was a scream in my mind, even as the words found a shaky path out, "How did you get in?" I wasn’
