| 16 | Prey

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I think I need to run. Hide. Go somewhere foreign and remote where no one knows a thing about me.

Dominico won't say it to my face. But only because he thinks it will trigger a panic attack, or something worse.

I don't need him to tell me my suspicions are true. I already know I'm in dire straits. I heard too much that night, and his father knows.

Why else would Dominico tell his bodyguard to keep an eye on me?

The tub is almost full, though I'm not sure a cold bath will do anything to calm my mind. The sound of the faucet running echoes as I try to silence my thoughts.

Next to the white tub, I stretch my neck and back. I wince at the aches in my muscles. It's more or less the cortisol from all the stress. The anxiety. The sleepless nights...

A buzzing noise disrupts the silence as I'm untying my robe. I rush to the sink and grab my phone, only to frown at another text from Dominico:

[ Call me if you hear or notice anything strange. ]

Strange? Like what? A broke