The Echo of Your Kiss

Bisher

…Leo’s usual boisterous energy seemed to shrink, replaced by a quiet, almost predatory stillness. Ila retreated to her room, the familiar click of the lock a comforting sound. She sat on her bed, a book open on her lap, but the words blurred, her mind consumed by a growing unease. The house was too quiet, the darkness outside pressing in. Minutes later, a faint scraping sound from her window made her freeze. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She’d thought she’d secured it properly. Slowly, cautiously, she rose and crept towards the window. Moonlight painted a silver rectangle on the floor, and in its glow, she saw him. Leo. He was clambering through