Holding my breath, I leaned forward and peered through the slats of the closet door. Gloam stepped inside and slowly closed the door behind him, leaning his war hammer against the wall. He stood still, as though waiting, or trying to sense if I was in here. His chain was still wound around his thick forearm, cumbersome as ever. I couldn’t wait any longer, and I couldn’t hear any sounds at all coming from outside the bedroom. He was alone. I scrambled up and out of the closet, launching myself at Gloam as he turned sharply toward me.
