When her door flew open in the evening with a loud bang on the wall, Grace jolted upright from her sleep. She looked around in a daze for the cause of the noise.
The heaving silhouette at her door scared her so much, that she couldn’t move a muscle. She wondered how he opened her locked door, but remembered this was his house and he must have spare keys for every door there.
Besides, she had other things to worry about other than the door’s lock. Like the angry man causing her to cower.
“Grace Allen,” Colton said, in a scary voice that made the hairs on her skin stand up. He addressed her by her maiden name.That wasn’t good at all.
“Is it not Mrs. Miller any more?” She taunted. She shouldn’t, but like she said, she wasn’t going down with a fight.
As he slowly walked towards the bed,
