Lennox… He’s here.
The monster has finally returned!
I tremble uncontrollably where I stand as I hear his heavy footsteps stomping around the room.
“I’m… I’m here,” I call out, finally answering his growl after taking seconds to muster up the courage.
His footsteps quicken, each one louder, more deliberate, as they approach my walk-in closet door.
The door isn’t fully shut, and through the narrow gap, I see his form coming closer, his imposing frame against the translucent glass of the door.
He slides the door open with a force that has me jerking upright. The sound of the door slamming against its track as jarring as a gunshot, ricochets through the room and straight into my chest.
And there he is, Lennox Zephyr, My husband.
His dark eyes fix on me—deadly and angry. His
