Unknown(change of POV)

Consumed by impatience, Silas paced about the room, occasionally peeking through the window to have a glimpse of the person approaching.

His hands were clasped behind his back as he took hastened steps covering the length of his sparsely furnished room in a flash.

Anger rose in him as his heartbeat accelerated. His breath turned erratic when his eyes met the wall clock, making him hiss loudly in irritation.

"Bitch!" He cursed, clenching his fist into a ball before hitting his couch hard.

Particles of dust erupted from his couch, invading his nostrils and making him cough.

Leaning against the couch, his hands lowered to the table...