Catherine's POV
Richard reached the center of the hallway, his presence sucked all the air out of the corridor. My heart was beating fast and I subconsciously kept on pinching myself to control the nervousness I was experiencing. He didn't look at the staff, his gaze cut straight through the three of us. He stopped a few feet away, his chest heaving slightly, though his expression remained as frozen and hard as marble. The thought of what would happen now kept pressing down on my lungs until every breath felt like a chore.
"I am waiting," Richard said, his voice no longer booming but dropped to a low vibration that was somehow more terrifying. "What. Is. This?"
