Chapter Six Man From the Mirror
The reality of the situation hadn’t settled in. Ella froze in place while her mind spun in a tornado of confusion between reality and fantasy. Body heat emanated from the man who forced her in place. His hand was big and smelled like a mix of leather and metal. His voice swirled into her ears and her skin tingled while her hairs rose; every one of her five senses screamed at her.
Impossible.
“Do not worry. I am not here to hurt you,” he said. His deep voice sparked a sense of heart-wrenching nostalgia in Ella. “But you know that already, don’t you?”
Sweat gathered into beads at her hairline as she stared at the man’s reflection in the mirror, his eyes locked on hers as if waiting for her retaliation—a consideration that wasn’t far from thought.
“Do you
