"He... got away," Maria muttered breathlessly, her chest still rising and falling from the rush of what had just transpired. She swept her gaze across the empty kitchen, confirming that Asher had indeed vanished. A sharp click of her tongue echoed through the silence. "I was just SO close... tsk."
Another frustrated click before she placed both palms flat against the edge of the wooden table she'd been leaning against. With fluid grace, she pushed herself up to sit on its surface, her legs dangling as she surveyed the room. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, but it quickly transformed into something far more dangerous—a slow, predatory grin that spread across her features.
"It's too late though..." she whispered to the empty air, her voice carrying a honeyed threat. "You can't escape even if you want to." Her teeth caught her lower lip, worrying it gently as anticipation coursed through her veins.
