Page 210 of Never Fall for an Angel

I feed Phantom and change his water before I head to the bedroom and grab some clothes. Then, I make my way into the bathroom and start the shower.

Tonight was fun, but my feet are sore, and I’m ready to curl up against Christian and read until we fall asleep. We’re almost done with our book, and I think I’m going to read himDraculaorFrankensteinnext because he’d like that.

Tossing my clothes into the laundry hamper, I step under the warm water and let out a sigh.

I close my eyes, slipping in further and soaking the top of my head, letting the water rush over me in droves while I think about tonight.

Things are starting to feel normal . . .

Except, when I open my eyes, everything is black.

I freeze, my heart stalling in my chest, the sound of the water impossibly loud in the silence of the night.

“Chri—” My voice gets caught in my throat. “Christian?”

No answer.

Just silence and darkness.

Fumbling for the water, I cut it off, listening to the sound of water droplets hitting porcelain and the hum of silence in the air.

Even Phantom is silent.

Swallowing over the heavy lump in my throat, I reach blindly for the towel I’d hung up beside the shower.

This is fine.

It’s just a power outage.

Nothing to worry about.

Christian said he’d be in shortly.

Unfortunately, no matter how many words of comfort I hurl at myself, none seem to quell the panic rising in my chest.

I have to be careful when I step out of the shower, wrapping the towel around myself.

I quickly dry off as best I can and slip on my shorts and Christian’s giant T-shirt before I attempt to venture out into the bedroom.

No way in hell, I’m dying naked.

Pressing my ear to the side of the door, I listen for any signs of movement from the other side, my heartbeat hammering in my throat.

I’m about to sink back and hide out in the bathroom until Christian comes home when heavy footsteps sound, and I breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank God,” I groan when I open the door. “That was terrifying—”

No one.

The room is dark, save for the little light emanating from the moon burning brightly outside. The moonlight shining through the window does nothing but illuminate everything in a glow, making the furniture look like sleep-paralysis demons waiting to claim my soul.

Stumbling back, I crash into the wall behind me, startling myself.

Okay, Mila. This is fine. You’ve been through worse.

Someone could be hiding behind the couch.

Shut up.

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