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Chapters (66)
  1. PREFACE
  2. Full Page Image
  3. ONE
  4. TWO
  5. One week ago
  6. THREE
  7. Present day
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. FORTY-SEVEN
  52. FORTY-EIGHT
  53. FORTY-NINE
  54. FIFTY
  55. FIFTY-ONE
  56. FIFTY-TWO
  57. FIFTY-THREE
  58. FIFTY-FOUR
  59. FIFTY-FIVE
  60. FIFTY-SIX
  61. FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. FIFTY-NINE
  64. SIXTY
  65. SIXTY-ONE
  66. SIXTY-TWO

The door creeps open, but there's only darkness inside. I can't spot anything. Slowly, a figure appears in the doorway. His face is covered by a red mask, his eyes barely visible in the dim lighting.

"Invite," he demands.

"I lost it." I give him an apprehensive smile. "Can I come in?"

"No invite, no come in," he states in a resolute tone before he slams the door in my face.

What...

I don't even have time to ponder my rejection as the police sirens get louder and louder. Stepping into the street, my heart begins to race as I deliberate what else I can do. No matter which way I go, I'll be caught and...

As my right arm brushes against my side, I feel a pricking sensation. Frowning, I touch my hip, noting a pocket in the dress and something that pokes through the material. To my utter surprise, as I remove the item from my pocket, it's the invite.

The same invite I'd thrown away.

But it might be the invite that saves me in this moment.

Twirling, I knock once more on the door. Just like before, it opens and the same gruff voice demands an invite. I shove it into his face, my gaze on the end of the block as I spot one of the officers rounding the corner.

I only hear a grunt of approval before I find myself inside, the door closing with a thud behind me.

"Go to the end of the hallway and down the steps," the man tells me before turning his back to me.

My lashes flutter in confusion.

I'm still not entirely sure what I got myself into or what type of establishment this might be, but as long as it provides me with some cover to escape the police, I'm willing to keep an open mind.

I walk slowly to the end of the tunnel, and as I come across the stairs leading down to the basement, I stop, somehow waiting for the police to come barging in at any moment. My body is tense, my heart in my throat as I can already envision myself behind bars, wasting away before I'll have the chance to get justice for Nikki.

No... That's out of the question!

I take another step as my conviction strengthens.

A gust of wind brushes against my right side, blowing my hair in my face. I raise my hand to tuck the stray strands behind my ear, but I stop midair as I feel the slightest touch against my face and a gentle blow of warm air on my cheek. Goosebumps spread all over my skin and a light tremor goes down my back.

I shake my head, hurrying to pull my hair back. It's just a current of air. It's not the time to give in to my overactive imagination.