Savannah's POV
"You—"
The words died in my throat as Disguise's figure wavered before my eyes like a mirage. My legs threatened to give out beneath me, held up only by the surge of terror flooding my veins. My hands shook violently, crimson drops spattering across the cream carpet.
That nauseating blend of vanilla and earth obliterated the delicate rose fragrance that had filled my apartment moments before. My stomach churned as memories of that horrific night in the woods crashed over me like a violent tide.
My muscles spasmed uncontrollably, torn between the urge to flee and complete paralysis. I should have anticipated this moment, but I had foolishly believed I had more time to prepare. The pool of diluted blood beneath my feet continued to spread, though I felt neither pain nor the chill seeping through my skin.
