Sophia had been feeling it for weeks. The eyes on her, the constant shadow she couldn't shake. Everywhere she went- whether she was walking down the hallway, sitting alone in her room, or training in the gym- she felt it. It wasn't paranoia. No, she was sure of it.
Mr. Black was watching her. All the time.
At first, she thought it was just his usual overprotective nature. After all, he had been the one to take her under his wing, to train her in this life she hadn't chosen for herself.
He was tough, almost impossibly so, but she had figured it was just his way. Mr. Black didn't coddle, and she didn't expect him to.
But this… this was different. His eyes followed her like a hawk tracking its prey, never straying far, always lingering just long enough to make her feel like she
