King sprinted to Onyx's front door. Throughout the impulsive exercise, he kept his attention on his smartwatch, tracking how long it took him to get there.
He beamed when he saw he got there in time and raised his hands to knock on the door.
Firm, successive rattles that traveled into the house triggering Onyx's curiosity.
She looked away from a wailing Paris to cast a deep frown at the doorway. Her beautiful round face became marred by the action.
Who could it be?
Onyx kept this question caged in her mind, not wanting to say it out for fear of invoking something awful.
It was a weekend and all her domestic household workers had gone home for the break.
She wasn't expecting anyone today or tomorrow except King.
She pursed her lips in a concentrated scowl at the possibility that it
