Playing with fire.

~I want to feel you come apart on my tongue.~

ALORA POV:

After 2 days, I was discharged from the hospital and was recuperating at home. I needed to talk to Dad about me and Rhys. However, I was not getting the right time to do so. He was too busy with work and the attack on me had added to his burdens.

I sighed as I laid quietly in the room. I was hell bored. There was practically nothing to do at home. Moreover, I was taking a few days off from the university. It's a relief that I do not have a load of studies. Otherwise, I am sure I would have to take a semester off.

I got up from the bed and aimlessly started to organize things. Just when the knock on the window of my room caused me to flinch. Ever since the terrorist attack on me, I have been scared. Even though I haven't told anyone about it, whenever I hear a sudden sound of seeing someone, I cannot help but fear.

"Alora-" My hands were trembling when I heard a familiar voice and upon knowing who the person on the other side was