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HAPTER 8 – BETWEEN SHADOWS AND WHISPERS


The elevator stopped abruptly.


The lights flickered once more before going out completely.


Darkness.


The silence was immediate, suffocating.


The only sound that remained was her own breathing—rapid, erratic.


And then…


A presence.


Not a sound.


Not a movement.


Only the absolute certainty that she was not alone.


The air changed, growing denser, warmer.


A shiver ran down her spine, and although her mind screamed for her to move, her body was paralyzed.


A touch.


Slow. Subtle. Both cold and burning at once.


A touch so light it could have been imagined…


But it wasn’t.


Not when she felt the warm breath, too close to her ear.


Not when a deep, seductive voice, both dangerous and alluring, whispered her name.


—Evangelina…


A shudder ran through her entire body.


Her throat closed up.


She couldn’t breathe.


She couldn’t move.


The sensation was both intoxicating and terrifying at the same time.


The closeness of that presence felt all too real, all too tangible.


But if she turned her head… what would she see?


Her heart pounded fiercely, drowning her in absolute silence.


The elevator lights flickered once more for a brief second.





And she saw him.


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  1. Liam17. März 2025 um 11:51

    “Everything in her wanted to surrender” love this sentence ! It triggers my fantasies now..🔥

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