Chapter 102. Crossing Lines

Isabel’s POV

My legs shake as I crawl back, my breath hitching as the masked figure inches closer. The sight of him sends a violent shudder through me. It’s him. The man from the foundation’s party. The one who attacked me that night, who nearly ended my life.

How? How is he here? How did he find me?

My pulse pounds against my ribs, and fear coils tightly around my chest. How is he able to get close to me? The thought makes my stomach drop.

I fix my eyes on him, desperate to make sense of this, to find any crack in the terror consuming me. My breath is shallow, each inhale feeling like a battle against the panic rising in my throat. I need to hear his voice. I need to know why he’s here.

“Why?” My voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper. “What do you want from me?”