There was no movement at all.
Eve's expression darkened.
"Don't make me find you myself," she repeated.
Still nothing.
Turning, she approached one of the expensive wooden chairs in the foyer and grabbed it.
She smashed it to the floor, broke out one of its legs, and began to approach the door that led into the backyard of the mansion.
Her fingers tightened around the stick and the very second she got closer to the door, she turned abruptly to the floor-length curtain, covering the window, and lifted the stick, proceeding to smash against it.
A silhouette brushed out of the curtain so quickly and she paused. Someone was there—she was sure of it, but the thing was she couldn't see anyone.
"Okay, okay, let's please calm down!"
The figure slowly morphed into her vision.
