He took a slow, deliberate step closer to me.
Instinctively, I took a sharp step back, the gun shaking wildly in my grip.
"Sarah, give me the gun," he murmured, his tone shifting into that smooth, persuasive cadence he always used when he wanted to sound like the protector. "I don't want you to get hurt."
His words hit me like a physical blow, snapping me entirely out of my frozen panic. A harsh, breathless huff of pure disbelief escaped my lips. "That's all you do, Jason, is hurt me," I spat, my voice cracking with a volatile mix of terror and rage. "You turned me into a monster."
Looking at his handsome, unbothered face, a heavy, suffocating weight settled onto my chest. I will never be free from him, I thought desperately. He always finds a way. No matter how far I run, no matter wh
