Blood Domination System

89. Projected Future

The sounds of pounding boots drew nearer by every second. The rate of heartbeat within his chest exploded exponentially.

Rising slowly, he strained to hear, noting how the boots rhythm slowed. It seemed whoever they were, they were putting some bit of caution.

Like they did not want to make a mistake.

He swallowed. Now that he was holed up, right in the room, he thought hard on what to do.

His mind urged him to leave the room. Better to leave here than have people at the door. That way, he would be forced to come out. And the terms nah not even be in his favor.

He did not want to wait for that. Not with his ears pounding, his heart beating sporadically. His limbs trembled, raising a shaky hand to turn the door knob.

Careful enough not to make a sound, he slowly opened the door. He tiptoed now, first shooting out a quick look around.

The bedroom, his parents bedroom and formerly the room for the late Uncle Desmond was upstairs. Much like the Way his room and the guest rooms als