Ella’s POV
I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I started noticing it the moment I stepped out of IronGate Logistics with Hans earlier that evening. It was the kind that made the back of your neck tingle. I kept telling myself it was nothing, just my mind playing tricks on me but the unease had followed me all the way home, clinging to me like a second skin.
Hans noticed my reaction and body gestures, he always did.
“Ella,” he had said gently while unlocking the apartment door, “you’re safe. No one knows you’re here.”
I had nodded and smiled, pretending to believe him. I wanted to. He’d risked everything to help me disappear, to build this quiet life away from the manor and away from him. But deep inside, a small, stubborn voice refused to be silent.
Now, hours l
