Celeste’s POV
The club’s neon lights flickered behind me as I stepped out onto the darkening street. Dusk had settled in quicker than I’d realized. I had been so engrossed in the fun and how much I had missed it. I had forgotten I was a missing person—literally. My earlier sense of freedom was now replaced by a growing anxiety.
“I need to get back,” I muttered to myself, pulling my hoodie tighter around me.
The streets were quieter now, the occasional car zooming past. As I walked, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. It started as a whisper of a sensation at the back of my neck, but it grew stronger with every step.
I glanced over my shoulder, and there he was—the same man from the club, the one in the hoodie. He was trailing behind me, his pace steady and delibe
