Chapter 24 Into The Shadows

• The man’s eyes gleamed under the lamppost, a glint of mockery that made Élise’s stomach twist. He wasn’t just watching her. He was studying her, dissecting her like she was some puzzle piece that didn’t belong but had somehow slipped into the board.
• “Bonsoir, mademoiselle,” he murmured, his voice smooth as silk, sharpened with menace. “You’re prettier in the light.”
• Her breath stuttered. Camille’s hand closed around her wrist, tugging her back a step. Élise didn’t move. She couldn’t. The stranger’s gaze pinned her in place like a knife through paper.