Mikayla POV
Darkness swallows the room, leaving only a thin sliver of moonlight cutting through the pink frills of my drapes.
The floor creaks.
The sound slices through the silence, sending a shiver straight down my spine. My pulse thunders in my ears.
Something moves. A shadow—it’s fast, too fast.
My breath catches. Did I just imagine that?
In the far corner, the darkness stirs again. A figure rises, slow and deliberate, as if crawling up from the pits of hell itself. My body locks. I can’t move. I can’t even blink.
He steps closer. The faint light grazes his outline. His hand glides along the metal bedframe. The click of metal on metal echoes in the stillness, followed by a flash of silver.
A blade.
My heart slams against my ribs.
I try to scrèam, but my throat closes. Not
