There’s a moment of stunned silence before her voice rasps through the line. “Misha?”
“It’s okay,” I tell her. “I’m fine. Everything here is okay, so don’t worry about—”
“Misha, I think… I think someone’s in the house,” she whispers. “I hit the panic button a few times, but security hasn’t shown up. The power went out a few minutes ago. Misha, I’m scared.”
For as hot as I was a minute ago, my veins are ice now. Dread pools inside of me.
The fire wasn’t meant to kill me; it was just a distraction.
Petyr had his sights set on Paige this whole time.
I’m three episodes into some reality television show about couples trapped in submarines together when I hear a thud from somewhere upstairs.
I jolt, my body on high alert at even the most subtle of noises. “It’s probably just Rada,” I whis
