C12 Twelve

The second-floor hallway of Paxton Hall stretched long and dark before Rowen. His shoes were loud and echoing against the marble floors—no doubt having long alerted whoever was inside the building—but it didn’t matter. He wanted his presence known, and for that girl to prepare herself the moment he found out who she was.

Rowen gripped the phone tighter in his hand. You know who I am, she’d said