Evelyn,
Fuck! f**k! f**k!
My hands trembled as I slammed the door shut behind me, my breaths ragged. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I strode into the dimly lit hotel room, my heart pounding like a war drum. How did it happen? My plan had been perfect—flawless. I was supposed to take Ethan back to the USA and disappear before anyone could piece things together.
Instead, I barely managed to escape.
My fingers curled into my hair, pulling at the strands as if the pain would somehow wake me from this nightmare. My entire body burned with frustration, my pulse thrumming in my ears. The thought of everything falling apart made my stomach churn.
And then—
A shift in the shadows.
I froze.
In the corner of the room, a figure sat unmoving, watching. A cold shudder
