Idara
“Y-your… your eyes,” I whispered, taking a step back.
Fear wrapped tightly around my chest, squeezing the breath out of me.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his head toward the door. I followed his gaze instinctively, my heart hammering wildly.
God, I want to run.
My mind was a mess, panic, confusion, dread—everything crashing into each other at once. And just then, the door opened.
How did he even know someone was coming?
This time, it wasn’t anyone I recognized.
A woman stepped inside. She had short hair, sharp eyes, and wore a fitted suit that screamed authority. She was tall, composed, professional—the kind of woman who looked like she always knew what was going on.
“I guess this is her,” she said calmly, directing her words to Mr. Chester.
He turned to look at me a
