I waited for him to leave before I let out a deep breath, feeling utterly deflated. Replaying the scene in the basement in my head, I wrapped my arms around myself as the whiff of his cologne lingered in my nostrils. I inhaled and held it in before releasing a shaky breath. The moment I saw him standing behind the monster that was trying to kill and violate me simultaneously, I thought I was hallucinating, a desperate figment of my imagination. But when he pulled the man away, I knew he was real, and I thought maybe he had followed me, still believing I was working with the people who had attacked him earlier. I tried not to dwell on the brutal way he had killed the man. There was a strange resolve in his eyes, devoid of emotion, almost inhuman. It shattered the illusion I had unconsciousl
