Betty’s POV

My eyes popped open. The room was dark and filled with shadows.

Pale light from the street filtered through the thin gap in the curtains, stretching across the floor and climbing halfway up the wall. It cast long, distorted shadows that made familiar shapes look strange.

And in the middle of those shadows were a pair of emerald eyes staring back at me.

Ivan?

My heart stuttered immediately, fear crawling up my spine so fast it paralysed me..

He sat at the edge of my bed ...