“Renfis! What in all five hells! You nearly gave me a heart attack.” Chagrinned, he hung his head. And there they were: another set of pointed ears. This time, they were tipped red with embarrassment. “Layne,” the male said. His voice was lightly accented, the words lilting, though made harsh by his deep register. “Sorry. I didn't know you were in here.” “Clearly. You nearly ripped the damned door off its hinges. It’s polite to knock before you hurl yourself into a room.”
