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.

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

This time, after a few minutes of waiting, there was

familiar female voice said. I immediately recognized

or see anything. It felt like an eternity, but also a split second at the same time. Was I sleeping? Was this just

had happened at first, 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 one

at least I felt like I was moving around,

dead, I thought to myself, then it was awful and lonely. The

felt someone else’s presence. A sort of presence, at least. I couldn’t tell if I just made it up in 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 of me, I wished that it was

sneered at me, and eventually the rest of his body came into view as though he was loading into this new instance, like a virtual reality. His neck,

with an ornate handle that had the head of a wolf on the

to a rainy cliff with trees on either side. I felt a gasp catch in my throat and I whirled around to see a sheer drop below me

raised, ready to stab me. When I turned around, the tip of the knife was nothing more than a mere centimeter from my face and I shrieked,

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