Chapter 32

• Jake ****
• Victor’s grip on the gun was shaky, his breath coming in uneven, desperate bursts. But his eyes never wavered from mine—those eyes, dark, suffocating, twisted with madness. It felt like the room itself was pressing in on me, the walls slowly narrowing, as if closing off any hope of escape. The air grew thick, colder, carrying the metallic tang of fear that lodged in the back of my throat. Every breath felt heavier, as though I were drowning in the weight of his obsession.
• “You took my beauty,” he repeated, his voice trembling with fury, a venomous growl in his throat. “And now I’ll take it back.”