Evalina closed the door slowly and turned the lock immediately. Her breathing was fast, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her body trembled—whether from the cold night air or the strange sense of dread taking over her, she wasn’t sure.

Since Hunter had left the house about an hour ago, the atmosphere had grown increasingly tense. A pressure gnawed at her insides, like someone was watching her.

She pulled the curtain aside and peered outside. Darkness. No light. No movement.

But her gut never lied.

Someone was out there.

The baby was still asleep in the room, breathing peacefully. Evalina kissed the little one’s forehead gently, then closed the door...