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“You’re okay, Kitten,” he whispers in my ear, kissing my cheek gently, and my sobs gradually settle into hiccups as a few more tears streak down my face. “I’ve got you.”

I don’t know how long he just holds me, whispering soothing words in my ear, but eventually Kodiak and Smith come back into the room with grim expressions. My stomach knots. “There are boot prints in the mud outside Ali’s window but other than that, nothing.”

“I need one of you on each door. I’m taking her to the clubhouse as soon as I can get her calmed down.”

They both nod, and Smith claps his shoulder. “You got it, Brother.”

When they leave, Logan cups my cheek and pulls my gaze up to his. “What happened, Baby?”

I start to breathe heavily again as I replay those sixty seconds in my head. God, was it really only that long? Tears form in my eyes again as I try to tell him. I can see it so perfectly in my mind, each tick of the clock exaggerated by fear and the adrenaline coursing through my body, but I can’t seem to get the words out.

“He’s gone, Gorgeous. We’re not going to let anything happen to you. I love you.”

I peek up at him and take a deep breath. “I started to get undressed, and when I turned toward the window, I thought I saw someone there but then I thought I was just imagining things.”

“Okay, and?”

“I was about to turn away to get in the shower, and then he was there,” I say, tears starting to fall again as my body trembles against him. He nods and leans down, gently kissing my lips, and surprisingly, it helps.

“Did you get a good look at him, Kitten?”

I nod, my lip trembling.

“What did he look like?”

I start shaking again, my eyes watering as his face appears in my mind once more. “He kind of looked…like you.”

He blinks and pulls away from me, his brow furrowing in confusion as he gazes down at me. “What?”

“He looked like you. The same clothes, the same haircut, same hair color, and even had the same scar but it looked fresh,” I say, touching the thin scar that runs through his eyebrow. “Except his eyes were all wrong. They were brown and lifeless.”

“And there wasn’t anything else?” he asks, and I shrug, my mind blanking.

“I don’t know.”

“Okay,” he says, pulling me close again and tucking my head under his chin. “We’re going to go to the clubhouse, and I don’t want to hear any arguments. It’s safe there, Baby.”

“I’m scared,” I whisper, feeling small as I admit my feelings to him.

“I know but I’m never going to let anything happen to you.”

I pull back and look up at him, wanting to look in his eyes when I say this. “I love you, Logan.”

He nods and cradles my face in his hands as he leans in and kisses me gently. “I love you, Ali, and I’m going to end this, I promise you.”

* * * *

“Sweet, Ali,” the voice says, echoing off the dark barren room, and I spin around, looking for the source, but all I see are reflections of myself. Taking a tentative step forward, I reach out and press my fingers to smooth glass.

Mirrors.

They’re all mirrors.

They surround me. Everywhere I look, my own terrified face stares back at me, and I don’t know which way leads to my salvation and which leads to my demise. The voice laughs, a chilling sound that creeps down my spine and raises the hair on my arms.

“I’m not there, my sweet, Ali. Come find me.”

“No,” I whisper, my head whipping back and forth as I search for the voice.