CHAPTER 27

SOPHIA'S POV

I tapped my fingers against the counter, my patience thinning with each passing second. The guy was still upstairs, removing hidden cameras, and I was starting to get restless.

Just how many had that psycho planted in my room?

A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about it. Matteo had been watching me for who knows how long—seeing me at my most vulnerable, my most private moments.

But the biggest question on my mind was how.

How did he do it?

And when?

I sighed, frustrated. It was pointless to dwell on these questions. No matter how much I thought about it, I wasn’t going to magically figure out the answers. Matteo was always one step ahead, and that terrified me.

Then another, even more disturbing thought crept into my mind.

What if there were cameras in my house too?