Alex felt the rumbling through the door as the handle turned. His heart was slamming in his chest, demanding an explanation. Why would he agree to trust this… being… enough to not kill him or maim him as soon as the door was opened? He scuttled back a few extra feet (which only succeeded in getting him 6 inches further from the door) and landed backwards on his behind for his troubles.
That’s how Celeste came to find him when the door was open; sitting on the tile, looking pale and shaken, and probably more bruised than before. He swallowed shakily. She was still so close. And her gaze was far too familiar, like high school all over again, only this time, she was the one towering over him. It was eerie.
The woman claiming to be Celeste settled back on her heels, her knees bent and feet tucked beneath her.
“Are…. Are you ok, Alex?” She sounded absurdly shaken for someone in such a position of power. Alex’s fear came at him again in a wave