Grace
The walk back to Kent’s house was quiet and shorter than the walk to Venom. I was able to find my way easier now.
My mood was higher than it had been in weeks, but the moment I pushed the heavy front door open, the lightheartedness vanished.
The house was completely dark, save for the pale orange glow of the dying embers in the living room fireplace. Kent was standing by the window, his massive frame completely cutting off the remaining twilight. He didn't move as I walked in, but the suffocating, heavy dark that always followed him filled the entire room, making the air feel thick and hard to breathe.
He didn't look at me. He was staring out into the empty yard, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his neck were strained.
"Where were you?" he asked, his voice low and jag
