As if her brain had just clicked since they left, Mira scrambled across the floor like a wounded animal seeking shelter.
Her hands fumbled with the lock as it took three good attempts before she managed to lock the damn door properly.
She had to lock it, because who knew whether the damn man was gonna come back and do as he threatened. He didn't seem like a man to make empty threats.
And even though the lock of the door should have brought her relief. It in fact didn't.
She slid down the back of the door, allowing her legs to give out beneath her. The cool wood pressed against her back as she pulled her knees to her chest to wrap her arms around them in a desperate attempt to physically hold herself together.
She pressed her forehead against her knees as if trying to force her breathing to slow.
Focus. You need to focus on something concrete. Something that isn't supernatural terror and murder.
The contract.
