The paparazzi didn’t sleep. Neither did Ariana.
She stood by her floor-to-ceiling windows, Manhattan glittering beneath her like a restless galaxy. Somewhere down there, faceless photographers were probably still hunting her, waiting for the next headline-worthy shot. It was strange....millions adored her, yet she had never felt lonelier.
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: You think he can protect you forever? He bleeds just like the rest.
Her stomach clenched. She tightened her robe around her body, goosebumps pricking her skin even though the penthouse was warm. Another message followed before she could breathe.
Unknown Number: Don’t get too comfortable in the dark. I’m closer than you think.
Ariana dropped the phone on the counter as if it burned her fingers. Her hands trembled. Th
