Sophia’s POV
My heart hammered so loudly I was sure Frank could hear it.
The distorted shadow on the wall behind him seemed to pulse with the flickering bulb, stretching longer every time the light dimmed, like it had a life of its own.
I couldn’t stop staring at it. It felt like another presence in the room, something watching, something patient, something far more dangerous than Frank’s twisted obsession.
He was still crouching there, eyes locked on mine with that possessive glint that made my skin crawl.
The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating, broken only by the occasional buzz of the dying bulb and the distant, muffled sounds of the city I could barely make out through the walls.
New York was still out there, loud, alive, indifferent.
Colton was out there.
