The Alias of Mrs. Vale
Darkness swallowed everything.
The bulb fizzled out with a hiss, leaving only the sound of rain dripping through cracks in the ceiling. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat.
“Vale,” the voice called again, closer this time. “Come out, and maybe I’ll let the girl live.”
Girl. That was me. Great.
I tried not to breathe too loud. The man—Vale, apparently—moved in front of me, silent, weapon raised. He wasn’t panicking. Not like I was. He was… steady, like he’d done this before.
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