Chapter 24. It’s Not Over

Evelyn

Jacob’s brows rose slightly, and he hurriedly stepped closer, slipping his arm around my waist as if afraid I might collapse. His hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek as he met my eyes. He already looked dead worried.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered, trying to calm me down, “Breathe, baby. Just breathe.”

It was only then that I realized I wasn’t breathing. I’d been holding it in—along with the panic, the fear, the overwhelming dread. My hands trembled, my knees threatened to give out, and my breaths came in shallow, broken gasps. I didn’t feel like myself. I didn’t feel human.

Tyler was out of jail.

The memory hit me like a slap. The text he’d sent me the day I left Italy surged through my mind, dragging me deeper into panic.

“It might be over for now, but not forever. One way or another, you will be mine, Evelyn. Just wait and watch—I will be back.”

Oh God…

He was back.

“Jacob,” I whispere