Chapter 156- Trapped
Beatrice POV
I swallowed hard.
My throat was dry like I hadn't had water in days. My chest was rising and falling too fast, and my legs felt too weak to move. It was almost like I was dreaming.
No… not dreaming. Nightmaring.
Declan was standing so close. Too close.
So close I could feel his body heat, smell that cologne I hated but still remembered. I never thought I'd see him this close to me again. Not like this. Not after everything.
I shut my eyes.
Tight.
Wishing—begging—everything around me would fade. That he would disappear like a bad memory. That I'd open my eyes and he'd be gone.
But when I opened them…
He was still there.
Still standing. Still watching me like a hunter who already knew his prey had nowhere left to run.
It wasn't a dream.
It was real.
Declan was real.