Chapter 94. when Darkness Calls

"Rosie, my little angel...."

Myla's brows furrowed as the strange, raspy voice kept whispering calmly and intimately to her, sending tufts of wind into her ears, showing just how close the person was.

She could feel fingers slowly and possessively stroking through her hair, then down to her shoulders and arm, but instead of it bringing her comfort the way her men's hands usually did, the hand was sending shivers of dread down her spine.

Flinching, she tried to move away, but her body felt heavy and pinned down, even though she couldn't feel anything holding or tying her down. It was like the air itself had weight.

"Where am I?" she wanted to ask, but any time she tried to talk, her chest tightened, and her throat clammed up like she was choking on a dry stone.

"You are mine," the man's voice suddenly