Sinkholes have never been more dangerous…
love has never been more explosive.
Clarity was certain she heard someone talking, someone close by. The hairs on her nape stood tall, her body chilled just as the oppressive heat consumed her again. Someone was inside her home. A fine line of sweat dripped at her temple.
Resisting the urge to call out, Clarity moved toward the source. Her computer table was dark. There was no battery, it died, and she had been too busy for a replacement. It ran on electricity alone. Her hand moved toward the headphones she recently plugged in to blare music and not have the neighbors complain. She lifted the set to her ears and held her breath.
There was a voice on the other end. A strong male voice. She tried to concentrate on the language being spoken but it was no use; she couldn’t make it out. Not one word was familiar which surprised her. With the AC not running, the room was immediately engulfed in heat. The sudden chill vanished, and sweat began to drip from more than just Clarity’s temples. Her hands shook.
“Hello?” she whispered.
The words stopped. Quiet in the room made the pounding of her heart that much clearer.
“Who is this?”
“You will find out soon enough.”
Clarity dropped the headset, the purse slipped to the crook of her elbow. She backed up a step when she heard the voice again. “…we are coming for you.”
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