Hostility
A few steps from her stood a man — tall, intimidating, and commanding in presence — his red, stern eyes critically scanning her from head to toe with unsettling precision.
'When did he get behind me?' Camelia thought in shock, her heartbeat quickening.
Her gaze drifted toward the closed door. She distinctly recalled leaving it slightly ajar after entering. Her eyes darted back to the man.
'Had he closed it so silently that she hadn’t even noticed?'
She gulped, small threads of sweat forming along her temples as her pulse raced. Instinctively, she took a small step back, the movement subtle but trembling, like that of a frightened prey caught under a predator’s gaze.
Perhaps her fear was justifiable, considering the fact that she had just walked into the man's house withou
