CHAPTER 9: Watching Eyes
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The mansion felt different the next morning.
Quieter.
But not peaceful.
It was the kind of silence that made you feel like something was watching… waiting.
I sat at the dining table, staring down at the untouched food in front of me.
“You should eat.”
I didn’t look up.
“I’m not hungry.”
A chair pulled out across from me.
“I wasn’t asking.”
I sighed, finally lifting my eyes to meet Ethan’s.
“Do you ever get tired of controlling everything?”
“No.”
Of course not.
I shook my head slightly and picked up the fork, more to avoid the conversation than because I actually wanted to eat.
For a few minutes, the only sound between us was the quiet clink of cutlery.
Then—
“Things will be tighter from now on,” he said.
I paused. “Tighter?”
“More security. More guards.”
My stomach twisted. “So I’m even more trapped now.”
“You’re more protected.”
“That’s the same thing in your world.”
His gaze didn’t leave mine. “It’s not.”
I looked away first.
Because part of me… wasn’t sure anymore.
After breakfast, I decided I couldn’t stay in that room all day.
If I was stuck here… I needed to understand it.
I needed to understand him.
The hallways were long and quiet as I walked through them.
Every step echoed.
Every corner felt the same.
Too perfect.
Too controlled.
Then I noticed something.
A door.
Slightly open.
I frowned.
Every other door I had seen was closed.
Carefully shut.
But this one…
Wasn’t.
Curiosity pulled me closer.
I pushed it open just a little more.
Inside—
Darkness.
But not empty.
There were screens.
Multiple screens.
Glowing faintly.
My heart skipped.
I stepped inside slowly.
And then I saw it.
The cameras.
Every angle.
Every hallway.
Every room.
Even—
My breath caught.
My room.
“They’re not for spying.”
His voice came from behind me.
I jumped, spinning around.
“Ethan!”
“How many times are you going to sneak around?” he asked calmly.
I pointed at the screens. “You’re watching me!”
“I’m protecting you.”
“That’s not protection, that’s surveillance!”
“It’s the only way to keep you alive.”
His tone didn’t change.
But the words hit harder this time.
I looked back at the screens.
At myself… moving around like I was part of something I didn’t understand.
“This is insane,” I whispered.
“No,” he said quietly. “This is necessary.”
Before I could argue again—
A flicker caught my eye.
One of the screens glitched for a second.
Then steadied.
I frowned.
“Did you see that?”
Ethan’s expression changed instantly.
“Step back,” he said.
“What? Why—”
“Now.”
Something in his voice made me listen.
I moved away from the screens.
He stepped closer, his eyes scanning quickly.
Then he pressed something on the control panel.
The screen zoomed in.
My heart dropped.
A figure.
Outside the gate.
Standing still.
Watching.
“How did they get that close?” Ethan muttered.
“I thought you said this place was secure,” I whispered, fear creeping back in.
“It is.”
“Then who is that?!”
He didn’t answer immediately.
And that scared me more than anything.
Because Ethan always had answers.
Always.
Until now.
“That’s not possible,” he said under his breath.
“What do you mean not possible?!”
He turned to me, his expression darker than before.
“That feed… is from the inner perimeter.”
My blood ran cold.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning they’re not outside anymore.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Terrifying.
“They’re already inside.”
My heart started pounding again.
“No… no, that’s not—”
Before I could finish—
The lights flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then—
Darkness.
I gasped.
“What’s happening?!”
Backup lights came on faintly, casting shadows across the room.
Ethan grabbed my wrist.
“Stay close.”
Footsteps echoed somewhere in the distance.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Getting closer.
My breath became uneven.
“They’re here,” I whispered.
Ethan didn’t respond.
But his grip on my hand tightened.
And for the first time since everything began—
The danger wasn’t coming from outside.
It was already inside the house.
And this time…
There was nowhere to run.
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