Gayle looked at her as she walked in. Her skin was pale and she was soaked in water from head to toe. A servant came and took her raincoat. Immediately the room's AC was turned to a warmer setting. "Dawn, listen to me carefully," he said.
In those few seconds after listening to his words, dread crept over her like an icy chill. It numbed her mind, her body froze in its place and she stared at him blankly. The wall clock in front of her ticked like it was a timer bomb. She wanted to hold the pendulum to stop the time, no, to reverse the time, to bring Daryn back to where he left her. But unfortunately every movement of the damn pendulum meant that the time was going forward. Helpless and anxious as hell, Dawn continued to stare at Gayle. Her heart pounded so heavily that it would have leapt out of its cage. Dread crept inside her mind like a demon whose horns had straightened.
