Amelia POV

I held the dagger in my hand, just inches from my pupil.

But the moment the dagger dropped from my hand, the room seemed to inhale.

The shadows around me was gone.

He stepped forward from nowhere really, almost like he’d been carved out of the darkness itself and given form.

I didn't know who he was, but I had an idea was he was here for me.

Kill me.

He wore black from head to toe, his cloth tight enough not to snag, loose enough to move.

A mask covered his face ...