The faintest trace of a noise sighed through the suite. Every hair on Sable’s body stood at attention. Her nipples hardened beneath the robe, the fabric scratchy against them. Terror caressed her innards with a cold, steely hand. “Thomas?” Sable pulled the door open the rest of the way, but the knob slipped from her damp grasp with such force that the door thumped against the wall. She startled at the sudden noise, her nerves screaming soprano. On the far side of the suite, two small lamps cast light around the bed, but their illumination didn’t permeate the outer reaches of the room’s darkness. A long shaft of brightness from the bathroom spilled across the dove-gray carpeting. I must be imagining things. Hesitantly, Sable padded out into the suite. She flipped on all the lamps and overhead lights that she could find. Read all the way to chapter three by clicking the cover on the amazon page amazon/The-Darkness-of-Sable-ebook/dp/B0041KKMO4/
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