Significance of a Dead Land
Rain stood still and listened for the previous movements outside the chamber's door. But the presence appeared to have gone. She narrowed her eyes in surprise. Had he left already?
He hadn't barged in like she anticipated?
From the tempo of his voice, the least Rain had expected was his big frame burst through the door and loom over her like her own shadow. A temper like his was foul and…
"What were those noises?"
Although the noise pitch that precipitated from behind her was like a soft whisper, it didn't fail in startling Rain. She felt worse knowing who it belonged to, and in quick response, sharply turned and acted accordingly.
"Prince Derek! Are you aiming at killing me with fright?" She gasped exaggeratedly, with a hand to her chest to perfect her pretense. She was indeed startled by his sudden presence, but her act was merely to avoid his question.