ELLA

No. No. No.

A cold knot tightens in the pit of my stomach like ice, watching him stand there as though this is some shitty budget horror movie.

God. A fucking knife should be a starter pack to live in this mansion.

Because it is scary, alright. It is fucking scary. My lips part open but the words don't quite make it out. I end up botching the pronunciation of ‘what’ because CAT INDEED GOT MY TONGUE.

Darren just stands there, a smile curling across his face that does not reach his ...