Nyx's pov
Uncanny quietude pervaded the atmosphere, only the incessant dropping of the water from the tap could be heard, making the scenario more creepy and frightening. The tension was thick, thick enough for a knife to cut through. Cold angry blue orbs clashed gazes with equally angry but yet frightened and betrayed green orbs of mine.
I stared straight at her , meeting her unwavering gaze. She stood at the doorway, leaning against it. Her face calm but eyes enflamed with anger, red fiery hair spilled over her shoulders as she leaned her head against the wood work. She still held the knife in her hand, holding it against the wall twisting it. She looked like a psychopath. We stared at each other for sometime and then she erupted into hysterical fits of mocking laughter.
Now, she was
