Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 167) Frigid
Standing up, Viktor slowly walks back to Nadja’s room. With the door standing wide open, it has the appearance of dropping off into a dark abyss. The air is frigid as if biting at Viktor’s hands and feet in an attempt to keep him away.
“Hello?” Viktor says from his place in the living room. “If anyone is in there, you better come out now!” He says in a forceful manner.
With a quick glance, he checks to make sure Nadja is still seated and alone, and she is. She is wrapped in her robe, knees pulled up and her arms around her legs as if trying to mimic a ball. Even at this distance, he can see she is shaking uncontrollably. With a deep breath, he enters the room, turns the light on, and steps out of Nadja’s sight.
Walking over to the side of the bed nearest the window, he looks around for any evidence of entry. Nothing is out of place and as he turns to look at the other side of the bed, he catches his own reflection in the mirror of the wardrobe.
“Oh shit!” He says under his breath as he jumps at his own image. “Ya stupid idiot.” He mumbles
Stepping over to the other side of the bed, everything looks to be in its proper place but the air is ice cold, which seems very strange to him. Yes, Nadja’s door was ajar so the heat could find its way in, so the room is cooler than the living room as expected. However, the way Viktor is feeling, the chill in the air tonight is far different from just a cold room. He wonders if there is a presence in the cottage other than Josephine’s.
“I believe we are alone.” Viktor says as he steps back into the living room and heads for the switch to the porch light. “I don’t see any tracks or disturbances in the snow.” He turns back to look at Nadja.
“Are you sure?” Nadja questions with a weak voice.
“Yes, we are buried in this stuff. Come look.” Viktor says as he reaches out to take her hand.
Nadja slowly stands up and the entire time it takes her to walk across the room she is staring at the entrance of her bedroom. With the last few steps, she quickly runs to Viktor and wraps her arms around his waist as he holds her in his arms.
“It’s okay, Nadja. I promise.” Viktor says softly as they stand at the window. “It has stopped snowing too.”
He can feel her trembling so he walks with her back to the fireplace and covers her with the quilt on the sofa.
“I’ll get you a glass of water.” Viktor says as he walks to the kitchen.
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