Adina's POV

My breath hitched in terrified gasp. The door to the hall opened with a slow, deliberate creak, and Mr. Johnson stepped inside. The man who had once been a source of comfort, of kindness, was now a terrifying monster in human skin. He looked around the vast, empty space, his eyes, once so warm, now a cold, calculating fire. He looked at me, then at Nathan, his lips curving into a slow, malevolent smirk.

"Well, well," he said, his voice a low, mocking purr that sent a fresh wave ...