Predatory eyes

I held my breath, ready to open the bedroom door and strike when there was a light knock on the door. "Honey, I am home," the voice called in a singsong manner and my nose cringed, trying to fit the pieces. The deep, wicked voice did belong to Fang, but that tone was too childish for it to be him. 

My hand gently kept the rod on the short cupboard beside the door. Without turning on the lights, I first creaked the door open till I could see outside from a slit.

I could not even spot a shadow outside. My eyes cautiously moved around the surroundings and there was no one standing there. An instant panic set into me as my hand reached for the rod again and suddenly I saw a light come from the kitchen as if someone had opened the refrigerator there.

Was it Dandeline? I was sure the voice was of a man.