Leonard rose slowly to his feet, his movements silent yet commanding. From where she stood, Dydra could see nothing but his shadow stretching across the dimly lit room, long and imposing. Her breath caught in her throat, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest.
She shouldn't have left her room.
The thought struck her hard, laced with immediate regret. What had possessed her to wander at this hour? Her mind raced, scrambling for a way out of the situation. It was night, after all—dark enough to conceal her. Perhaps he hadn't seen her clearly. Perhaps, if she was careful… quiet…
Maybe she could slip away unnoticed.
Clinging to that fragile hope, she began to inch backward, her steps slow and cautious, barely daring to breathe. But just as she shifted her weight, something sharp pierced into her foot.
A shattered piece of glass.
