Victor’s Revenge
Morning came after night, but I did not sleep.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my fist clenched around the phone, re-reading those two messages repeatedly.
You think James is the real danger?
Think again.
I felt a shiver down my spine.
James had warned me not to trust Victor. But James was a manipulator. A liar. A man who distorted the truth to suit himself.
So why were my instincts telling me this time? He wasn't lying?
I breathed unevenly, rubbing my temples. My body was exhausted, but my mind would not relax.
And then—
CRASH.
The clatter of the breaking glass shattered the silence.
My heart shot up to my throat.
I leaped to my feet, my heart pounding.
Another crash echoed from downstairs.
Something wasn't right.
I grabbed my phone and ran for the door, op
