"I will call you back," Fedora said to Tyra, flashing the phone a sharp, distracted glance before his focus snapped toward the unseen presence lurking in the shadows. Before Tyra could object or launch into a complaint, "Dora, wait..." the connection was severed.
Beep! Fedora ended the call with a finality that echoed across the room. He cautiously slid his phone back into his pocket, his body uncoiling as he snapped off the pillar.
Standing to his full, defiant height, he steeled himself for whatever was coming, whether he'd need to scream for help or run for his life. With eyes as sharp as glass, Fedora stared back at the void where the image of a man seemed to coalesce. The standoff didn't last long.
With strides that were ghostly, icy, and terrifyingly calculated, Miguel emerged from the darkness. He stepped into the shafts of sunlight seeping through the circular glass roof, looking for all the world like a vampire finally conquering his fear of the day.
