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His eyes glow like fucking streetlights, and he catches my punch by wrapping one large hand around my fist.

I’m still pinned against the wall, but at least my feet are on the floor now.

“That wasn’t very fucking smart, Riven.”

He leans closer.

I drive my knee upward and hit his balls.

He grunts, folding in half as his hands leave me to clutch himself.

I use that precious time to bolt down the stairs, heading straight for the kitchen to grab a knife.

I yank open drawer after drawer, searching frantically, when I hear his footsteps coming down the same staircase I just fled.

This man isn’t fucking human.

“Looking for a knife?” he asks with a smirk. “I hid them while you were asleep. I’m not fucking dumb. I knew you’d eventually try something like that.”

He cracks his neck, walking towards me like he has all the time in the world.

“Get out!” I shout, loud and raw.

I grab a pan and throw it in his direction.

Evren grabs it mid-flight and tosses it aside.

“Now, why would I do that?” He steps closer again. “I’m just starting to show you how deeply bruised my ego is.”

He smiles and reaches for me.

I scream again, but louder.

Loud enough for my neighbors to hear me. He freezes and raises an eyebrow.

“Smart. You’re smart, Riven.” He takes a step back, shoving his hands into his pockets. “But you better not sleep with your eyes closed—”

He turns and heads for the door, which he never uses in the first place.

He slides it open, and just before stepping out, as the neighbors rush over down the hall, he throws a casual glance over his shoulder, as if we’re discussing the weather.

“Because you might never wake up.”

CHAPTER 16

Evren

The Shadows – Chris Grey

The moment I slide into my car, I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

Breaking into her loft, seeing where she lives.

Smelling her everywhere—that scent.

Old leather, faint smoke, metal, warm skin, with a low note of dark amber.

It's addictive and repulsive.