SAVINA’S POV
All the while, Nadia’s confused and slightly annoyed gaze followed my movement.
I dug between my dresses and pulled out a few items, all of which were gifts the Watcher had left behind—the bouquet of roses, my wooden figurine, a carved heart, as well as two notes.
They were all carefully hidden, so much so that not even Misha could find them even if she happened upon my closet.
It had taken a lot, but I believed somebody needed to know about it.
“Make sense of it,” I spoke finally, dumping the items right on the spot beside her.
Confused and still slightly peeved, Nadia began to shuffle through the items.
“Someone’s been quite taken with you,” she observed, her tone unreadable. “What is all this?”
“I have a stalker,” I began. “Calls himself the Watcher in his letters
