STALKER'S MARK
Victoria bolted upright, a strangled gasp tearing from her throat. Cold sweat clung to her skin like a shroud, and her lungs burned as if the ghost of Lowin Vance's fingers were still crushed around her windpipe. In the depths of her nightmare, he hadn't been a man; he had been a monster, his eyes void of humanity, savoring the moment her life flickered out. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a frantic bird trapped in a cage. She lay there for a moment, the silence of the room feeling heavy and oppressive. It's Just a dream, she lied to herself, though the phantom pressure on her neck remained. With a shaky breath, she slid out of bed her movements jagged. She reached for her phone, expecting a call from Chris the only anchor she had left. Instead, the screen was a battlefield of m
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