Chapter 236. Crumbling Castles

I did not have to convince Colt to stay back. 

As the bedroom door shut behind me, he turned around and said, “We’ll wait the next couple of days to see if the cops catch this man.” 

“Or woman.” I stared into his eyes, a reflection of the fireplace behind me dancing in them. In this light, they looked completely white. White on white eyes with just a tiny dot of black at the very middle, like a full stop.

“Not tonight, Olivia.” The wind humed faintly outside the window, weaving through the eaves. “Only a man would do such a sick thing.” He said, looking like he was about to throw up as he tugged his gloves off.

Well, the situation was horrible if it could freak out someone like Colt. Someone with all kinds of torture tools in his house.

My spine stiffened, but I shook my head and hurried to the closet.

That was a stupid thought, Olivia. Very stupid. 

I sank into the fur padded stool, my purse crashing to the floor at the same time I