Chapter 28 The Art Of Manipulation

• His voice echoed in the silence, penetrating deep into my being, chilling my blood. I turn slowly, and there are his eyes, glinting with malice. My heart begins to race as I watch him approach me, like a predator stalking its prey. A knot forms in my throat, leaving me paralyzed, wondering how the hell he managed to get into my apartment.
• His eyes evaluate every gesture on my face as I struggle to find my voice. I step back slowly, my legs giving way under the pressure, until my back hits the cold wall. He moves closer and places his hands on either side of my body, completely cornering me and making me feel vulnerable.
• — Hello, Isabella — he whispers.