HAZEL STYLES POV

I was frozen. I knew I should be screaming and running to save my life, but my legs refused to move. How the hell did he get in here? What happened to all the alarm systems that had been put in place, and where were the night guards that patrolled the house?

He moved towards me with predatory grace, each step he took a drumbeat against my racing heart.

He lifted his hand to his lips, the black and white mask he wore, ominous.

He was telling me not to make a sound.

I ...