Lyanna stood frozen in the center of the room, her heart hammering against her ribs like a drum.
She was caught in a moment of pure, unadulterated panic, her fingers paralyzed against the cool silk of her nightdress.
At this very second, she absolutely loathed the concept of supernatural hearing.
It was a cruel joke of fate. Why did she have to hear him so clearly? She wished she were the only person in the world with this ability, because the realization that he could hear her just as easily was terrifying.
If she could hear his heavy boots striking the stone steps, then surely he would hear her scrambling across the room.
Her chest was still partially exposed, the pale skin of her breasts glowing faintly in the candlelight.
She had only managed to fasten a few buttons before the sound of his approach had turned her into a statue.
She found herself silently cursing Cedric.
