Chapter Fifty
Briella couldn’t sleep that night. Every creak of the house felt like footsteps, every shadow against the curtains like someone watching. The phone with the second message—Watch your back—lay heavy on her nightstand, as though it was breathing with her.
By morning, she was pale, her eyes carrying the weight of sleepless hours. Marcellus noticed immediately when he came by to drive her to the office.
“You didn’t rest,” he said, his voice quiet but sharp with concern.
“I couldn’t.” She slid into the passenger seat, clutching her bag like a shield. “It feels like they’re in the walls, Marcellus. Like whoever this is… already knows everything.”
His grip tightened on the steering wheel. “They want you afraid. That’s the only reason for this. But listen to me—” he turned to he
