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2025-07-22 01:39:10PROLOGUE
LENA
The rain came down in sheets, blurring the road, turning the headlights into useless smears of white.
My fingers gripped the wheel so tight they ached.
My breath was uneven, coming too fast, too shallow.
The air inside the car was thick, suffocating, pressing against my chest like invisible hands.
I shouldn’t have been driving.
Not like this.
Not in the middle of the night, not with my head spinning and my heart trying to claw its way out of my ribs.
But I had to.
If I stayed in that house a second longer, I would’ve gone insane.
I barely remembered getting in the car.
I barely remembered grabbing my keys, shoving my feet into my boots, and running out the door.
But I remembered him.
The voice in my head.
The whisper, low and teasing.
You can’t run from me, Lena.
I pressed harder on the gas.
The engine roared beneath me.
The highway stretched ahead like a slick, black river, winding through the empty woods.
The streetlights flickered.
Or maybe that was my vision.
I checked the rearview mirror.
He was there.
A shape in the backseat.
A man.
A shadow with eyes that burned like dying embers.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my pulse skidding.
My hands jerked on the wheel.
The car swerved.
The tires screamed.
And then—
Nothing.
Nothing but the feeling of weightlessness as the car lifted off the ground.
The sick, stomach-twisting sensation of flight, of helplessness, of knowing that in the next second, pain was coming.
The world turned upside down.
Glass shattered.
Metal screamed.
My body snapped forward, the seatbelt catching just before my skull slammed into the dashboard.
I was spinning.
Or maybe the world was spinning around me.
The impact came too fast to register.
One moment, I was airborne.
The next, the hood of my car crumpled like paper.
Something cracked—bone or glass, I wasn’t sure.
My head slammed sideways, and everything inside me jolted.
The rain was still falling.
It hit my skin through the broken windshield, cold, sharp, almost like needles.
Blood dripped from my forehead into my eye.
The taste of metal filled my mouth.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t breathe.
But I heard him.
Soft.
Amused.
Close.
You should’ve listened, Lena.
Darkness swallowed me whole.
Cassian
She ran.
She thought she could escape me.
She thought if she got in that fragile little machine and drove fast enough, far enough, she’d be free.
Adorable.
I sat in the backseat, watching.
She smelled like fear—thick, rich, intoxicating.
The kind of fear that comes from knowing the nightmare isn’t just inside your head.
It’s real.
It’s sitting right behind you, breathing down your neck.
She wouldn’t look at me.
She didn’t want to see me.
But she felt me.
The way her fingers clenched the wheel, the way her breath came in short, panicked bursts.
The way her heart pounded—so fast, so desperate.
I whispered to her.
Just to see her flinch.
Just to remind her.
"You can’t run from me, Lena."
She pressed harder on the gas.
Foolish girl.
Then, finally, she looked.
Her wide, terrified eyes met mine in the mirror, and for just a second, time seemed to stop.
No more rain.
No more road.
Just her and me.
The truth and the lie she told herself.
Then the car swerved.
It all happened in slow motion.
The way her body jerked, the sound of tires losing their grip, the way she screamed.
Not just in fear.
In realization.
She knew what was happening.
She knew I had won.
The car flew.
Flipped.
Crashed.
And then, silence.
She lay there in the wreckage, bloodied and trembling, barely holding on.
Her fragile little body slumped against the seat, her breath ragged, her pulse fading.
I leaned in close, brushing damp hair from her face.
"You should’ve listened, Lena."
She shuddered.
A whimper, barely a sound.
Then—nothing.
I smiled.
Because now, she was mine.
Forever.
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LENA
I woke to the sound of my own breath, shallow and uneven.
Darkness pressed against my eyelids.
My body felt weightless, floating between awareness and something deeper—something vast and inescapable.
Then came the whisper.
“Lena.”
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My body would tense, my breath catching in my throat as the air shifted around me.Then, a voice.Low.Amused."You miss me."I would jerk upright, searching the darkness, my fingers curling into the sheets.But there was never anyone there.Just the quiet hum of the night, the soft rustling of my own breath, and the lingering scent of something rich and intoxicating.I told myself I was imagining it.I had to be.But then his touch came.It started as a whisper against my skin—nothing more than a featherlight caress, like warm air moving over my throat.I froze, my pulse hammering against my ribs, waiting for it to stop.It never did.His fingers, unseen but undeniable, trailed over my collarbone, slow and deliberate.They followed the curve of my arm, the dip of my waist.Heat followed in their wake, a deep, pulsing warmth that made my skin prickle."You feel me, don’t you?"The voice coiled through the room, thick with amusement.I squeezed my eyes shut, willing it away, but his to
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Mira, with her soft touch and gentle voice, the one who always tried to convince Lena that everything was normal, everything was fine.That she wasn’t losing herself.I could feel Mira’s presence, too.She was concerned, trying to fix what wasn’t broken.Trying to make Lena believe in something she could hold on to, when the truth was that Lena was mine.She always will be.I waited, patient as ever, as the conversation drifted to things Lena wasn’t ready to hear.Mira urged her to get out, to meet someone new, to forget about everything that was happening.But Lena wasn’t ready for that either.Not yet.It didn’t matter.Eventually, she would be.She would come to me—because there was no one else left.No one else could make her feel the way I could.No one else could make her feel mine.And as she sat there, trapped in the uncertainty of her own mind, I pressed closer.Just a whisper, just a touch against her mind.The seeds were planted.Now, all I had to do was wait for them to gr
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“I’m not ready for that,” I muttered, almost ashamed.She let out a quiet breath.“It’s not about being ready, Lena. You have to take the first step. Please. For yourself.”She left without another word, the door closing softly behind her.I was left alone again, the phantom’s touch still lingering in the back of my mind, its warmth and weight still pressing on me.I sat there for a long time, staring into the dark, my mind racing.Had it been a dream?Or was it something else?Something more?I didn’t know what was real anymore.But I was certain of one thing—whatever it was that had touched me, it wasn’t done yet.And neither was I.11CASSIANI watched her from the shadows, hidden just out of her sight, as she fidgeted in bed.Her body, curled beneath the thin sheets, trembled ever so slightly.I could feel her heart beating faster, faster, as she lay there, aware—somewhat aware—that I was close.It wasn’t the first time.She’d felt me before, even when she tried to convince hersel
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Since everything had started slipping away.I twisted beneath the covers, a thin sheen of sweat making my skin stick to the sheets.My room, my space, felt wrong—too large, too empty.The air seemed heavy, like something unseen was hanging just out of reach, pressing against me.Then, I felt it.It was subtle at first—a light graze across my arm, like a finger tracing my skin.I froze.My heart pounded against my chest as the sensation moved down, drifting across my ribs, ghosting along the curve of my spine.My breath hitched, and I moaned, barely aware of the sound slipping from my throat.Was it a dream?I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it would stop.But the touch lingered, warm and insistent, like someone—or something—was right there with me.My pulse quickened, terror seeping into my veins.My whole body tensed, every muscle screaming to break free, but I couldn’t move.I couldn’t breathe.I opened my eyes.The room was still—empty.The air was cooler now, the oppressive weight l
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I shut my eyes against the subway’s flickering fluorescent lights.The rhythmic clatter of the train filled my ears.Focus on the sound.Something real.Something normal.A man across from me cleared his throat.My pulse jumped.I forced myself to look at him—just a guy on his phone, scrolling through something meaningless.He wasn’t looking at me, wasn’t even aware of my presence, yet my skin crawled.The feeling of being watched hadn’t left me since last night.No matter how many times I turned, no matter how much I told myself it was in my head, it was still there.Not paranoia.Something else.The subway screeched as it pulled into the station, the sound scraping through my skull.I exhaled sharply and peeled myself off the seat.Dr. Halverson’s office wasn’t far.I just had to get there.9LENAThe waiting room smelled like antiseptic and stale coffee, the kind that had been sitting in a cheap plastic dispenser for too long.The walls were painted in muted pastels—blue and beige
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The apartment around me felt distant, a blur of muted furniture and dim lamplight.Shadows pressed against the corners, stretching long fingers across the floor.I exhaled sharply.3:12 AM.I hadn’t even noticed the time.A shiver crawled down my spine, slow and deliberate, like a wet finger tracing my vertebrae.The air had thickened, as if the walls were holding their breath.Then—A flicker in the mirror.My pulse stuttered.The full-length mirror stood against the wall, half-covered by a paint-streaked cloth.In its reflection, my hunched figure was visible, shoulders tense, hair messy.But something moved—just beyond me.A shifting shadow.A presence.I turned sharply.Nothing.The room was empty.My breathing hitched, too shallow, too quick.The silence pressed in, thick and knowing.Slowly, I turned back to the mirror.The reflection stared back, unchanged.Just me.Alone.But I wasn’t alone.I could feel it.A phantom weight, a presence pressing against the air itself, lingeri
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