Illyana’s POV
My hand instinctively reached for my phone, a desperate need to hear Alessandro's voice, to seek his reassurance, his protection. But as I fumbled with the device, my fingers trembling so badly I could barely press the buttons, a sickening realization washed over me.
I didn't have his number.
The weight of my isolation, of my vulnerability, crashed down on me, suffocating, overwhelming. I was alone. Trapped. Hunted.
Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of leaves outside my window, sent a jolt of fear through me, my heart leaping into my throat, my eyes darting around the room, searching for the source of the threat that I knew, with a chilling certainty, was closing in.
I couldn't stay here. I had to get out. But where could I go? Who could I turn to?
Sofia.
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