A sharp rap against her door startled Sheera from her reverie. She jerked and recoiled back, her mind believing it was Gareth. He's come to finish what he started.
When she'd returned from the cellar, she had taken a bath, scrubbing her body vigorously like she could still feel Gareth's hands on her. Then, she'd changed into something else and stayed huddled in bed.
But her peace was about to be disrupted by whoever was on the other side of the door.
Fear gripped her heart as she remained motionless.
The knock came again and again, until finally, it was forcefully opened.
A small yelp slipped Sheera's throat. But her panic subsided when she found Kalaril standing in the doorway. It wasn't Gareth.
Kalaril eyed her auspiciously.
"I was knocking," his words came out clipped.
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