Literature
The BeginningXXIV
Her hands dropped the laces, leaving the garment half tied, but not fully exposing her porcelain skin. The voice sounded like it was all around her, filling every hole and space. Walking to the door she peered out into the deserted hall. The music stopped, and she wondered if Rachel or one of the others were playing a trick on her, but when she returned to her room so did the music. As she searched the room, looking for the owner, the realization of who was singing hit her. It was a mans voice! Panic tore through her, freezing her in place. For a moment she thought of running . . . but where would she run to? Who would she run to? Woul