The cursor blinked at her from an empty screen, like it was mocking her.

Chloe’s gaze flicked from the laptop to the shadows that lurked in the corners of her small bedroom. Though nothing stirred, the air felt heavy, charged with an unnamed tension like a storm brewing just beyond the walls.

She rubbed her arms, suddenly chilled despite the heater running.

It was ridiculous. She was alone.

But the feeling persisted. That prickling awareness at the back of her neck. The faint pressure, ...