Ivica

She stood in the doorway, her face red with exertion and fury. The rage that had been growing in her steadily as she plunged down the slope, coming to a stop before the little house, made her feel anxious and upset.

He was going to leave her.

Stefan, her husband, was about to leave her again.

Both Lucien and Gustav looked up in some surprise as she loomed in the doorway, the late afternoon sunlight flooding into the room, making her seem larger than she was, more menacing, somehow.

Lucien was watchful as he studied her expression.

The chain around his ankle was heavy and restricting as he stood...