EMILIA'S POV

She gave a big start and quickly looked behind her, feeling all the scanty fur on her face drain away. Raymond was standing at the door way, the bright moonlight Illuminating where he stood. All she could see was his face, made white by the silvery moonlight.

He stepped forward, his arms folded. He was putting on pyjama bottoms and a black shirt, and staring at her with narrowed eyes.

"It is 12am in the middle of the night, Miley. What are you doing out of bed?" he said, the suspicious expression still on his face.

Emilia quickly composed herself before he could guess at what she was...