Ariel’s pov.
I didn’t hear his footsteps. Somehow, I just knew he was at the door. I quickly step behind the curtain, putting my heels on the wall, so he doesn’t see my legs. My heart raced as I heard the door open.
I bit my lips, not daring to move one inch even though I was feeling so much pressure on my legs since I was practically tiptoeing.
Why was he home so early today of all days?
“Playing hide and seek, are we?” his voice was huskier than I remembered, but somehow in the tiredness, I could detect a hint of excitement.
His footsteps grew closer, and I heard the screech of a chair making me almost jump. He dragged it with him, creating noise that left my heart unsettled.
“Come out Gold. I’m not going to ask twice.”
Or what? I asked in my mind. What is he going to do?
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