It seemed like pacing had become her default state of existence. Ravyn had been doing it nonstop since calling Sebastian. Her heart wouldn’t calm down, still ricocheting against her ribs like it was trying to escape her body. Every shadow in the house seemed to stretch a little too long, sway a little too strangely, breathe a little too deeply.
Even the pipe creaks that never bothered her before seemed to echo throughout the house. Stupid old building. Adding to her paranoia.
By the time Sebastian knocked on the door, she practically tripped over her own feet rushing to open it. The moment she saw him—tall, tense, eyes scanning her up and down like he expected her to be in pieces—her whole body sagged with relief.
“Oh thank Goddess,” he muttered, pushing inside before she could even st
