Alina's POV
"Who are you?"
The question trembled as it left my throat. He didn't answer. He just stood there, those glowing amber eyes locked onto mine. As he took a heavy step forward, my heels hit the floorboards in a panicked retreat.
"Don't come any closer!" My voice cracked. I looked toward the door, my lungs burning. "Somebody help!"
He froze. For a heartbeat, we stayed like that—breath hitting breath—before he spun around and lunged for the window. He vanished into the night. I rushed to the ledge, my fingers gripping the cold frame, watching his shadow blur into the distance at an impossible speed.
I pressed a hand against my chest, trying to quiet the thudding against my ribs. The room still smelled of him. It was a thick, familiar scent that made my head spin. It was Aiden's scent. My mind raced—how could a stranger smell exactly like him?
The door burst open, the handle hitting the wall with a bang.
