ROOSEVELT’S POV

I leaned against the door, my chest heaving as I listened to Mina's sobs echoing. Suddenly, the crying stopped.

The silence felt heavy and unnatural, then a low, chilling laugh drifted up, a sound so wicked that it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I didn’t walk away, I unlocked it, and yanked the door open.

"What is so funny, Mina?" I demanded, my voice shaking with anger.

Mina wasn't cowering on the floor anymore. She stood halfway up the stairs, her posture straight, shoulders back.

"You are funny, Roosevelt, you are so fucking stupid and blind," Mina sneered, taking a slow step...