Chapter 210

Chapter 210:

I got up from the bed to close the curtains, hoping to keep the paranoia at bay.

Leaving them open at night always gave me the unsettling feeling that someone was watching me from the window.

That dreaded sensation usually led to nightmares.

I was about to crawl back into bed when I noticed a figure sitting quietly in the dark corner of my room.

Fear gripped me, freezing me in place.

I strained my eyes, trying to make out the stalker’s face, but the shadows concealed them.

I couldn’t tap into my wolf vision—she was still asleep.

A shiver ran down my spine as my heart pounded hard against my ribs.

“Hello?” I called out. My voice came out shaky, but that was the least of my concerns.

My breath quickened as a chill crept down my back.

The stranger remained silent.

Something about him felt familiar.

His musky scent was enough to give him away, but doubt gnawed at my mind.

What if he was here to kill me?

What if he was one of my demons?

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air, broken only by my sharp, uneven breaths and the soft, rhythmic tapping of his fingers against a chair.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” I finally managed to ask, my voice steadier this time.

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Slowly, I stretched my hand toward the bedside table, reaching for something—anything—I could use as a weapon.

Quietly, I slipped a fork into my palm, gripping it tightly.

My body remained rooted to the spot.

I wouldn’t let this stranger catch me off guard.

Devin and Dad had always emphasized the importance of self-defense, and I couldn’t wait to put it to use.

Summoning my courage, I took two steps forward, keeping my eyes locked on the figure.

“Fucking answer me or get out of my room!” I commanded, my voice firm.

I refused to let the stranger think he had intimidated me, even if fear gripped my insides.

With steady fingers, I reached for the knife at my bedside, my grip tightening around the handle.

“Get out of my room this instant before I call the—”

“Shh.”

He silenced me with a single motion, pressing his finger against my lips before leaning in closer.

The scent of honey and musk invaded my senses, dissolving my anger until I melted under his touch.

“Dax? What are you doing here? Why are you—”

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