The room was still tranquil, her words were like a pebble dropped into stagnant water, quietly swallowed by the darkness, without causing a ripple.
Her sight was still greeted by nothing but blackness, her ears still heard nothing beyond the sound of the waves, but she was acutely aware that someone was standing by the bed, looking down at her.
Just the thought of this scene made Aldana Candi's skin crawl, her palms sticky with cold sweat.
Her back pressed hard against the wall, with nowhere left to hide, unease and fear were like a seed growing in the wind, now wantonly spreading across the field of her heart... She could never have imagined the extent of her fear toward Steven Balance.
"Steven Balance, is that you?" her voice trembled as she spoke again, "You're not dead, are you? Is it you? Say something—"
