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The unknown number that flashes on my screen gives me pause.
I answer with my curt tone, “Jonathan King.”
“Kyle Hunter.”
“Right, Kyle. Have you figured out the identity of the attacker?”
“I’ve done more than that and I’m on my way. Give me access inside.” His cool voice filters through the phone with ease.
“Who is it?”
“Not only is he under your roof, but his game is a lot bigger than you think.”
I stop breathing as Kyle continues speaking. The name he says, the dates, and the events that occurred are all connected. But it’s not his words that make me barge out of the car before it properly stops.
It’s the woman inside.
Aurora’s life is in danger.
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Aurora
Voices reach me as if I’m at the bottom of the sea and they’re somewhere at the surface. Distorted, far away, and barely audible.
My tongue sticks to the roof of my dry mouth and it takes me a considerable amount of energy to swallow.
My pupils move behind my eyelids, but I’m not seeing anything… I don’t think. It’s like I’m back in that grave. My side open, blood pours from me and I can’t lift myself to come out.
Tears pool at the corners of my eyes. No. I’m not that sixteen-year-old girl anymore. I said goodbye to my nightmare. I mourned him.
Slowly, too slowly, my eyes open. The walls are turning
and I’m about to fall.
Only…I don’t.
I’m bound to a chair by thick ropes around my torso and others strain my arms behind my back.
Blinking twice, I start to register my surroundings. The counter, the clean white flooring, the table in the middle.
The kitchen. I’m in the kitchen at home.
My eyes widen when I make out the man behind a camera that’s sitting on a tripod. The man who has a mask falling around his neck. The scratch marks I left earlier run diagonally across his face.
The man who stabbed me eleven years ago and attacked me a few weeks back.
Tom.
The reason I haven’t picked up on the dragon tattoo is because he has hair now. He was bald back then — eleven years ago, I mean.
Despite the taste of acid and fear at the back of my throat, I hold my ground. I have no doubt that he plans to hurt me, and that camera is probably a way to record it.
Shit.
Fuck.
During my stay here, I thought he was silent because it’s a part of his personality. He’s actually grown on me for his kind nature, but I had no clue he’d been plotting my demise.
