I didn’t move for a long time.
Not even after the door clicked shut. Not even when silence wrapped around me like a shroud. I just sat there—still clutching that silver knife like it could protect me, shaking, breathless, my legs folded awkwardly beneath me on the cold floor.
What the hell just happened?
The image of him—of Knox—burned behind my eyes. That inhuman shift. Those glowing gold eyes. The chains. His voice. His body. God, his body.
I forced a shaky breath out and blinked hard. I needed to get out of my head.
I needed to get out.
My eyes darted around the room in a blur of panic until they landed on something lying by the edge of the shattered restraints. The wristwatch.
I crawled to it, fingertips brushing against the cracked face, and my breath caught.
I’d been here ove
