Tatiana’s Pov;

A foreign sensation crawled through my skin, breath escaping me feverishly as I leaned against the bathroom door, naked.

I’d initially thought he was after my life when I saw him with that signature knife of his.

You know, deceive me with the illusion of freedom, trap me in here with my delusional thinking, make me lower my defenses—and then it’d be his chance to strike.

To finish me from the face of the earth. Silently.

I could still feel the terror that had gripped my ...