Anticipation, esp. with fear or dread; uneasiness; an anxiety, a foreboding.
Marc reached for the light switch. It wasn't there--or the panel was, but the switch itself had been taken out. In the direction of the window he could see the silhouettes of a few things: the edge of a lampshade, the secretary desk, half of a chair, but the rest of the room dissolved into utter blackness.
He thought he heard the sound of light footsteps, like that of a cat (probably black, he thought). He turned around, and his eyes scanned the darkness, but he could make nothing out. He could feel a bead of sweat trickle down his temple. He went to the desk, and by the dim light of the stars outside, he pulled out the drawer and looked for the note.
Her gloved hand was over his mouth practically before he smelled her perfume.
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