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“I’m the only person who can get into this room from the outside, but you can exit the room anytime you want,” Hans says.
I tip my head back to look up at him. “Are you obsessed with me?”
Hans blinks once, slowly. “Cassandra, I need you to listen.”Oh my god, I think he is.“You aren’t trapped here, okay?”
I nod, but I’m still thinking about the fact that he’s obsessed with me.
Hans points to the monitors. “You can watch me through these so you can see when I’m coming back. If something happens, and I don’t come back—” Hans sets a phone down in front of me. “Call the contact A3.”
His words are like a bucket of ice water on my skin. “What do you mean, not come back?”
“Just a precaution.” He points to the phone. “Now, tell me who to call.”
“A3,” I repeat. “Who is that?”
“His name is Dom. He owes me. And if he doesn’t answer, try A2 or A1.” He pauses. “In that order.”
When he starts to step away, I reach for him. “Please don’t go.”
He grips my hand in his. “I’ll be right back, Butterfly. Stay here.”
And then he’s gone.
The heavy door shuts behind him, and the locks slide into place with a thud.
Oh Jesus.
I tap the phone to make sure it’s not locked. Because if hedoesn’t come backand I don’t have a way to make a phone call, I’m going to start finally freaking out.
But the phone isn’t locked.
And I can see the home screen. And the photo saved as the background is… me. Asleep in his bed.
I bite down on my lip.
He’s totally obsessed with me.
CHAPTER63
Hans
There’s onlyone question I need answered. Was this man coming for Cassandra, or was he coming for me?
Either way, if he’s not already dead, I’m going to kill him.
CHAPTER64
Cassie
My eyes bouncefrom screen to screen, but I can’t find Hans. And I can’t hear anything, so I don’t know if he’s still in the house.
I should’ve told him my front door is unlocked.
Not that he needs to go through my house; he can just go around it to get to the body.
I reach over with my right hand and pull on one of the little hairs on my left forearm. Then I make a face when it hurts.
Okay, so I can still feel things. Then why am I not stressing the fuck out about killing someone?
