Emma Watson
The hallway was eerily quiet, but my pulse thundered in my ears. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that made my skin prickle.
Benita was here.
Ray’s hand tightened around mine for a brief second before he let go, his gaze scanning the area. His entire posture shifted—no longer the man I knew in the quiet moments, but the predator, the hunter.
I mirrored him, inhaling deeply.
We had one chance.
The door ahead was slightly ajar. Light spilled into the dim hallway, casting long shadows across the polished floor.
Ray moved first, slow and deliberate. I followed, my steps silent, my fingers curling into fists.
And then, we heard her.
Benita’s voice. Low, commanding.
“She won’t stop,” she said to someone unseen. “Not until she’s dead.”
A man’s voice replied, ro
