I was torn. As much as I hated to admit it, seeing my nanny crying broke my heart. I couldn’t bear to see her die too.
“Fine!” I shouted. “I kidnapped your wife. Happy now? Just let her go!”
Dominic’s expression twisted with rage, and as our eyes locked, he pointed his gun at me and tattered me with bullets.
That should have been my end—until I jolted awake in my bed, gasping for air and drenched in sweat.
"What the hell just happened?"
I shot up, feeling the darkness pressing in around my room. Confusion swirled in my mind. I should be dead, so why am I still breathing?
I flicked on the light, my eyes scanning the neat, untouched furniture. There was no sign of the bloody chaos I last remembered.
I let out a disbelieving laugh. "Did I just have a freaking nightmare?"
If that was a dream, it was the wildest one I’ve ever had. Maybe it was just some twisted manifestation of unresolved issues. But I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was off.
Then, a wave of déjà vu hit me when my phone rang.
[Unknown Number Calling…]