The only sound that could be heard in the room was the faint rustling of paper as Roman turned another page of the book he had been reading. It wasn't a particularly interesting one, and he had gone over the same sentence at least three times already, but it was better than pacing.
Still, even the book was no match for the unease that gnawed at him as he remained perched on the edge of the plush sofa, never straying too far from the bed.
Then he heard it. A low moan, barely audible, but it sliced through the quiet like a knife. Roman's body tensed instantly, and the book slipped from his fingers, landing with a soft thud on the carpeted floor.
