ISABEL'S POV.
The room tilted for a moment as panic bubbled inside me. I gripped Lila’s arm, trying to keep myself from doing something stupid, like break into a run for example. My breaths were shallow, and I struggled to keep my gaze from darting back to the man. He was casually scanning the room, seemingly unaware of my presence—or so I hoped. I didn't want him to see me. I wanted to disappear into the wall, wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it. I wanted an earthquake to happen in the middle of the room and swallow me up. Anything to keep this monster from finding me.
“What’s wrong, Izzy?” Caleb’s voice broke through the haze, his tone full of worry.
“I—” I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. “I know that man.”
Marcy and Lila exchanged worried glances before
