Lenora's POV:
I couldn't keep my hands from trembling as I watched with apprehension, as he entered my bed chambers.
Our last encounter had ended on a rather unpleasant note; the thinly veiled threat he'd passed through the incident was still very fresh in my mind, and I knew way better than to cross him. I didn't even dare to think about it.
I'd been walking on literal eggshells ever since. Constantly looking over my shoulder, jumping at the slightest noises, just waiting, for the other shoe to drop.
His presence seemed to fill the entire room with a very terrifying, bone-chilling aura, casting a dark, foreboding shadow over everything, including me. At this rate, I am so sure I'm going to get a heart attack any minute now.
As he took a step closer, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, a chill that got worse with each step he took.
