Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

Chapter 212

#Chapter 212: The Golden Knife

Moana

One moment, I was in the interrogation room with the police officer sitting across from me.

“Ms. Fowler?” he asked, standing from his seat with a worried look on his face. “Are you alright?”

My eyes were wide and my hands were shaking. I was standing with my back against the wall, feeling as though I couldn’t get a full breath into my lungs. The room felt as though it was closing in on me, and I felt trapped inside like an animal caught in a net.

And then, suddenly, I felt my knees buckle under me. I fell to the ground, and then everything went dark with only Edrick being the very last thing on my mind.

…

When I woke up, I was in a dark room. In fact, it was pitch black… But when I held my hands up in front of my face, I found that I could see my own hands perfectly. The room itself was black, like a void.

called out. My voice felt thick and heavy. There was no echo,

This time, after a few minutes of waiting,

voice said. I immediately recognized it as my

called out. “What’s happening?” But she didn’t answer. In fact, a long time went by during which I didn’t hear or see anything. It felt like an eternity, but also a split second at the same time. Was I sleeping? Was this just a strange dream? It

but finally it started to come back to me. I remembered being in the interrogation room. I was answering the police officer’s questions, but it started to get to be too much, and I started having flashbacks when he started asking about the specifics of what happened in the warehouse. No matter how hard I tried to stay focused and keep myself level-headed, I couldn’t stop seeing Ethan’s gun in front of my face. At

in the black void. I moved around, or at least I felt like I was moving around, but nothing changed. There was nowhere to go, and

dead, I thought to myself, then it was awful and lonely. The thought of being conscious with nothing but a void around me for all eternity made

my mind or if it was real, and if someone else was here with me. But when I started to see Michael’s face materializing in front

speak. He just sneered at me, and eventually the rest of his body came into view as though he was loading into this new instance, like

even the blade itself was golden — with an ornate

from a black void to a rainy cliff with trees on either side. I felt a gasp catch in my throat and I whirled

ready to stab me. When I turned around, the tip of the knife

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