Polly gasped as the looming figure stalked into her room, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, and her earlier bravado had waned exponentially in his presence.
She had no idea how to avoid his pace until her back met the rigid walls, trapped like a cornered mouse about to encounter its fate, hence, a wave of panic threatened to overwhelm her. Her dark pupils dilated when the angry eyes belonging to Thorne pierced her soul, almost as if he wished to strangle her to death at the spot where she stood, and her mind reeled with alarm.
"You…" She tried to speak, but a lump in her throat made her stay quiet.
What was he doing here? Why is he here?
