Debbie
I stood in the center of Rex’s room, my feet sinking into the thick rug as I waited for him.
He wasn't in the room when I walked in, and I thought he might be out of the house. I never thought he was in his underground arena.
I watched Rex as he walked in. He jumped, his eyes widening when he saw me sitting there in the shadows. He looked like he had just seen a ghost—or perhaps a man who had just been caught doing something he shouldn't.
"Debbie," he breathed, his voice a ragged whisper. "What are you doing here?"
I didn't move. I kept my back straight and my eyes locked on his. "I should be asking you that, Rex. Where are you coming from?"
“Oh… sorry. I… I had something doing down there…” He moved forward just a step. “What are you doing here? I thought you went to bed alrea
