The beast had already subdued its prey, just a breath away from relishing the final morsel of triumph.
The room's lights suddenly flickered on, and their eyes locked. Seeing the tear stains at the corner of Grace's eyes, Peter's rationality was jolted back into place by a crushing wave of guilt.
"Sir, the power is back on. Are you alright?" Tim's voice came from outside the door, calm and unhurried.
Peter released his grip, adjusted his clothes, and walked to the door. Seeing Grace wiping her tears and wrapping herself tightly in a bathrobe, he finally opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, Grace darted out of the study like a frightened deer, sprinting to her bedroom and slamming the door shut with a bang.
Watching her flee, the tear at the corner of her eye seemed to ripple th
