Tiffany
Oh my goodness!
I push back away from the door, frightened by the intruder. His smirk gives him an eerie feel, but it is the way his eyes scan my entire body that sends shivers down my spine. I can't breathe, and as much as I want this feeling of dread to seep out of me, I know that this is the reality. And Marcus is here!
"What the hell do you want now?" I ask, pretending to be calm and collected.
Marcus shakes his head and places one hand on the door frame.
Little Larry's fingers curl around mine while he shares a look with me and Marcus. Behind us, I can hear Larry's heavy feet marching around the small room he's kept as a study. I wonder instinctively what he's doing and think about screaming. But little Larry is by my side, which means I have to handle this with ease.
Marcus tsks and waves one lean finger in front of his face. "Language, come on! We wouldn't want you traumatizing little Larry here, right?"
There's something sinister about the way he says this, masking his anger in subtle words that make the hairs at the back of my neck stand. I lick my lower lips and bring my gaze to his stoic expression.