We got home and I bolted to my room before she could catch up, locking myself in.
I barely had time to breathe before Dante came banging on my door.
“Open the door Evelyn,” his voice was calm, too calm but I didn’t care.
“Evelyn,” he warned.
I didn’t answer, pacing around my room.
The other side of the door went silent and I exhaled shakily, thankful for the silence but it didn’t last long.
The door exploded inward with a deafening crash. I flinched, heart leaping in my chest as I froze in place. Dante stood in the doorway, his eyes swirling with red, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His nails had transformed into claws, and his face was half-covered in dark, coarse hair.
He snarled, his lips curling back in a twisted grin. He stepped into the room, his presence suffocating.
“Why
