The reflection vanished.
“What was that?” I whispered, turning to Maddox.
“I don’t know,” he muttered.
Clutching the knife tighter, I tiptoed backward.
Maddox frowned. “Relax. It’s just a mouse.”
“Oh.” Relief washed through me in a shaky sigh. “Phew.”
He walked straight to the CCTV fixed in the corner, his gaze narrowing. He squinted, tapped the side, and shook his head.
“This crap doesn’t even work.”
“That’s… a good thing, right?” I muttered.
Instead of answering, he picked up a few wooden planks from the floor and wedged them against the door handle.
“What’s this for?” I asked suspiciously.
“You don’t need to know, Maya.”
My face twisted in irritation. I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Then I’m not leaving. I’m staying here.”
“Maya…” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Don’t do this.”
