Chapter 108 

Katrina’s POV 

How did this get here? I stumbled back,my palm slapping against my mouth. 

I was on the top floor. The first was the rose on my table top, now there’s a petal on my 

window. 

This one thing threw me into a state of panic and my next actions were uncontrolled. 

My feet moved around the room, my fingers working. The door was locked, the curtains drawn and every light in the room 

was on. 

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Still, I felt like I was being watched. 

I knew it was my paranoia making me feel that way, but I couldn’t help it. 

I forced myself to take a deep breath, gripping the edge of the bed to steady myself. 

Paranoia was most definitely not my thing at the moment. 

Silas might think he could handle this, but I couldn’t just sit here, waiting for Ethan to strike. 

I could be depending on Silas to save me and Ethan ends up killing me. 

But since when have I been scared of Ethan? 

The answer was quite obvious, since when he somehow came to life. The only reasonable explanation was that the person I had killed was a doppleganger. 

My gaze flicked to the small desk against the wall and my eyes fell on the knife on it. It had been on my table for weeks now and I guess it was finally being put to use. 

I crossed the room and grabbed the blade and running my fingers over the sharp edge. 

If Ethan came for me, I wouldn’t care this time and I wouldn’t hesitate. I would just stab him. 

The minutes went on tortuously, I had to remain in my room with no source of entertainment and my heart racing at a million miles per hour. 

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t bored. I just needed something to take my mind off things. 

I tried pacing the room to keep my nerves in check, but every sound outside my door made me freeze. 

Suddenly, there was a faint tap against the window. My breath caught, and I whirled around, clutching the knife tightly. 

What was that? 

The curtains were closed, but I could see the outline of something against the glass. 

Not again. 

Not for the second time while I was still in this room, 

My hands trembled as I stepped closer, every instinct screaming at me to run. But where could I go? Stepping out of this room was making myself an obvious target for Ethan, and I don’t want that. 

Slowly, I pulled the curtain aside, bracing myself for what I might see. 

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There was nothing. Just the empty garden below. 

If there was no one here, then who was tapping? 

But then I saw it–another rose petal stuck to the glass, almost identical to the first. My heart thundered in my chest as I backed away, the knife shaking in my grip. 

How was he getting to me on the top floor? There wasn’t a ladder around for someone to climb, but still. 

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This wasn’t a game. Ethan was toying with me, sending a message loud and clear. He could get to me whenever he wanted. 

It didn’t matter where I was, as long as he wanted to get me, had do thay. 

I needed to do something. 

I rushed to my bedside table, fumbling for my phone. My hands shook so badly that I almost dropped it, but I managed to dial Silas’s number. 

It rang once, twice, three times. No answer. 

“Come on, Silas,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Pick up.” 

It’s always when I need him the most 

When it went to voicemail, I cursed under my breath and tried again. Still no answer. 

Tears burned the back of my eyes as I threw the phone onto the bed in frustration. 

I stared at the phone, my mind racing. Silas wasn’t answering, and I couldn’t just sit here, waiting for Ethan to make his next 

move. 

It was going to be my responsibility to take care of myself snd it shouldn’t be that hard. 

Gripping the knife tightly, I forced myself to think. There had to be another way. Silas had men stationed all over the estate -someone had to know what was going on. But leaving my room felt like walking into a trap. 

I was safer in my room, though I didn’t have food but at least I could be alive for a while. 

Another tap on the window shattered my thoughts. This one was louder, sharper, like something hard striking the glass. The distance between my window and the ground made me question of I was losing my mind. 

I spun toward the sound, my chest tightening. The curtains were still half–open, but I couldn’t see anything outside. 

A chill ran down my spine. 

“Get it together, Katrina,” I whispered to myself, though my voice was shaky. “You’re not going to let him scare you.” 

And that was easier said than done because at the moment, I was scared 

I edged toward the window, my knife ready to stab at whoever it was. 

My palms were sweaty, and my heart pounded so loudly I couldn’t hear anything else above it. 

I hated this. Hated the I was feeling and the fact Ethan knew when to get to me. 

Just as I reached the window, the lights flickered before it went off. 

“No,” I breathed, my hands trembling in fear as my fingers dug into my palm. 

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My breath hitched as I pressed my back against the wall, my fingers gripping the knife so hard it hurt. 

The faint rustling sound came again, this time from the corner of the room. 

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1 froze, every muscle in my body locking up. My eyes darted toward the noise, but the darkness was too thick. I couldn’t see anything. 

“Who’s there?” I managed to whisper. It was a miracle I was able to speak at that moment. 

Silence. 

Then, a low laugh echoed through the room making my blood run cold. 

“Miss me, Katrina?” 

I could recognize that voice anywhere and I knew just who jt was 

Ethan. It was taunting, and far too close. 

I couldn’t tell where it was coming from, but I didn’t wait to find out. I bolted toward the door, trying to pull it open but it was almost impossible. 

My fingers slipped once, twice, before I finally managed to twist it open. 

The door flew open, and I stumbled into the hallway, gasping for air. The knife was still in my hand, but my legs felt weak. 

Ididn’t stop to look back. 

The house was eerily quiet, the usual faint hum of electricity gone. Even the guards seemed to have disappeared, leaving the long hallway empty. 

Just when you needed them, they vanished. 

“Silas!” I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls. 

“Silas!” 

No answer. Where was he? And why wasn’t he answering. 

My legs burned as I reached the staircase, my breaths coming in short gasps. 

I gripped the railing to steady myself, my grip on the knife slipping. 

Just as I started down the stairs, I see someone standing there, right at the bottom. 

my throat. 

I froze, my heart leaping into my 

The man stepped forward, the dim light from the window catching his face. It wasn’t Silas. It wasn’t one of the guards, either. 

It was Ethan.