Tyler, with his usual "everything I want must happen instantly" attitude, shuffled away toward the kitchen, likely leaving a trail of crumbs on the counter. In that moment, I felt the shadow in the corner of the room thicken, as if the very molecules in the air were snapping to attention. Two golden eyes... looking at me with sadness, or perhaps with a hint of "Girl, are you seriously this stupid?"
The hammers inside my head went silent, and a velvety voice from the depths whispered into my ear.
"My woman of the abyss... dwelling in this wretched life does not befit your glory."
I jumped so hard my blood pressure practically waved goodbye. I looked around; there was nothing but the sound of Tyler in the kitchen clashing pot lids together like he was playing the drums.
