Claire’s POV
Who's there?”
Ethan's voice demanded coldly as he took slow strides towards the corner where I was hiding, his face filled with anger at the interruption.
Oh no, what if he sees me?
My breath quickened in anxiety and without thinking, I immediately turned on my heels, and hurried up the staircase, my heels barely making a sound against the marble floor. I didn’t stop until I found the nearest door and slipped inside, shutting it quietly behind me.
The click sounded deafening.
I pressed my back against the door, my chest rising and falling as if I had just run miles.
Calm down. Calm down.
I gulped nothing down my throat in panic, my sweaty fingers trembled as I shoved my phone deeper into my bag.
If Ethan gets hold of me, would he kill me to silence me?
No, Ethan wou
