Lucas was shirtless in his room, trying over and over to concentrate on the numbers on the financial report on his screen, but they kept blurring together.
He'd even been reading the same paragraph for twenty minutes now because his mind wouldn't just move away from what had happened last night.
He knew he ought to sleep now, as it was already two in the morning, yet he couldn't bring himself to sleep, as the image of Lorena's eyes widening when she'd seen him shift was still etched on his mind.
How do I even approach this when I see her?
He rubbed his eyes and tried to focus again. He had so much work to do, plans to finalize, and the next phase of his plan to—
Scritch…
Lucas's head snapped on hearing that sound that had just come from outside his door. It was light and dragging, like fingernails against wood.
He went still as he tried to remain silent and listen. Then the sound came again, over and over this time.
It was moving along the wall.
