“What the hell,” I whispered, barely breathing.
“Don’t move,” the man said.
His voice was deep and calm, almost too calm. Like he was used to giving orders. Like he didn’t care whether I listened or not—either way, he’d win.
My whole body stiffened. My brain screamed at me to run, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even blink. All I could do was stare at the gun pointed at the part of me I really didn’t want blown off.
The man shifted slightly in the chair, and his face came into view. My breath caught.
He wasn’t wearing a mask.
And worse—he was awake. Completely awake. His eyes glinted in the dark like a predator watching prey stumble into its trap.
“You followed the wrong man, pretty boy,” he said, his lips curling into a mocking smirk.
I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came ou
