Chapter 37

Wisdom’s POV

I tried to drag him towards the emergency exit, which this house miraculously has but the stalker fired towards me, hitting the leather couch.

His gun pointed at me again but the glass door is bulletproof. I shut it close and breathed as I glared at the man in black and his mouth twitched upwards to a smirk.

‘Why did he freaking smirk?’ I whispered.

But seeing Denver lying on the ground…I gathered all the strength I have and brought him to the panic room. But the stalker, who was still standing outside, saw me doing it. He already knows he was in there. Never mind, he cannot open it anyway. Once the panic room is closed, it can only be open from the inside.

I brought him inside and, I don’t know if it’s really true or is my mind just playing tricks on me but Denver blinked his eyes and tried to move his arm. I blinked and he was back to what he was: eyes closed but still breathing. Still warm.