♡Leila♡

Every hair on my body stood on end.

This had to be a game. A sick one.

Because no one could know those details unless they were guessing.

Except… he hadn’t guessed.

Every word he said had been painfully, terrifyingly accurate.

Still, it made no sense.

If I had been with him, I would have known.

He is covered in tattoos—from his left arm up to his neck. Tobias had never had a single one.

That difference was impossible to miss.

But then a memory slipped through the cracks ...