Panicked, I didn’t know what to do. Never in my life had I been in a situation like this. I backed away from the door and then spun around, running for the bathroom. Once inside, I locked the door and backed up until I knocked into the toilet. I sat down on the lid, struggling to breathe around the crushing pressure of the fear. I started to call the first person who came to mind.

Reece.

My finger was right over his contact when I stopped. What was the point in calling him? He wouldn’t answer. Close to tears, I started to call Jax but remembered he was out of town. Part of me recognized I wasn’t thinking right. I needed to call the police. Someone had been in my apartment while I slept. They could still be here. But my brain cells weren’t communicating with one another.

I called Nick.

He answered on the second ring. “Roxy?”

“Did I wake you?” Stupid question, but that’s what came out of my mouth.

“No. I haven’t gone to sleep yet. Are you okay?”

Staring at the bathroom door, I pulled my legs up to my chest. A buzzing picked up in my ears, like I was sitting next to a hive of bees. “I . . . I think someone is in my place.”

“What?” His voice came across as sharp as a whip.

I drew in a shuddering breath and whispered, “I woke up and there was a picture of me on my phone—­a picture of me sleeping.”

“Holy shit.”

“I didn’t take the picture.” I inhaled deeply, but it got stuck. “There’s been all this weird stuff happening here. My dishwasher turned on while I wasn’t home. The remote in the fridge. Toilet seat left up and other stuff. I thought my place was haunted, but this—­I know someone—­a living, breathing someone—­had to do this.”

“Jesus, Roxy, are the police on their way?” he demanded.

“No. I didn’t call them.”

There was a nanosecond of silence. “Did you call Reece?”

“No.” I straightened, putting my toes on the cool tile. “I can’t call him. He—­”

“Are you fucking out of your mind, girl? You need to call the police right now. Wait.” He sounded like he was moving. A door slammed shut. “Where are you?”

“I’m in my bathroom.” I stood, pushing my hair back from my face. “I just wasn’t thinking. I woke up, saw the picture and panicked.”

“I’m heading over to your place now and I’m calling Reece. He’s off on Fridays, right? He’ll ans—­”