Blake noticed. His gaze softened just slightly, like he was almost amused. "Relax. If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn't have made it past the porch."
That was not exactly comforting.
"Then… why am I here?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady.
He motioned toward the hallway and started walking deeper into the house. I didn't want to follow, but my feet moved anyway. The air smelled stale, like someone who barely remembered to eat.
When we got in, they were more screens. I realized they weren't just random camera feeds. They were familiar. One showed the front gates of Blackwell Academy.
Another, a convenience store near my block. And then, my stomach dropped….another was of the hospital entrance. The place where Liam and my mom was.
My hand curled tight around the strap of my bag. "You've been… watching us?"
