Page 80 of Divine Obsession

He reached into his pocket, then frowned as he pulled out his phone. “No service.”

“What?” I immediately took out my phone only to see the battery was dead. “Oh, my God…”

“Relax. I’m sure someone will come back in the morning.”

“Morning?”

“What? Are you scared you’re stuck here with me?”

I crossed my arms, meeting his gaze in the faint glow of the laptop. “Of course not.”

“Really?” Trevor’s voice had that…Edgeback. He stepped closer. “Because you seem pretty tense.”

I turned away, pacing to the far side of the room. “I’m not scared of you, Trevor. If anything, you should be scared of me.”

He chuckled darkly, and the sound made my stomach twist in a way I didn’t want to admit. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yes. Because if we’re stuck here all night, I’m going to make sure you redo that entire presentation design from scratch. And if you complain even once, I’m throwing you out the window.”

Trevor’s chest shook with a deep laugh, the sound echoing in the empty room. “You’re a real brat, you know that?”

“If I recall correctly, you seem to like that.”

I busied myself gathering the papers strewn across the table, hoping the shuffling sound would drown out the thud of my heart. But I could feel his eyes on me – hot, teasing, relentless.

“I knew you couldn’t get enough of me, but this? Bold move, Natalia.”

I shot him a glare. “Are you crazy? I didn’t do this.”

His smirk told me he knew, just enjoyed fucking with me. “Kind of convenient, don’t you think? Lights go out, door gets locked… What’s next? Should I be worried?”

I scoffed, more out of nerves than amusement. “Who knows? Maybe I’m the crazy psycho killer.”

Trevor tilted his head, his presence filling the small room even in the dim light. “If you wanted me alone with you for the night, all you had to do was ask.”

Before I could fire back, the faint glow of my laptop glitched – then died, sinking us into nothingness.

My body shut off.

I tried to steady my breathing, forcing myself to count each inhale and exhale. But each breath felt too shallow; too loud.

The darkness pressed in on me from all sides, smothering me.

I’d been okay before because there’d been some sort of light. But now?

I squeezed my eyes shut.

My chest felt tight, constricted, and the edges of my vision seemed to darken. Every sound felt like it might be something creeping closer. The void around me felt too vast, too alive. My fingers fumbled blindly on the table, searching for something – anything – to ground me.

My hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening, as though holding onto something solid could keep the weight from swallowing me whole.

It’s fine. I’m fine.

I repeated the lie in my head, over and over, trying to convince myself. But I couldn’t quiet the blood roaring in my ears.

“Hey.”

I flinched at the sound, not answering. Frowning, my eyes pressed closed harder. I didn’t trust my voice not to betray me.

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