C13 Whispers of Shadows: Allison POV.

I froze in the bathroom doorway, my pulse racing. The air around me was thick with tension, the echoes of the women’s cries still haunting my ears. But it was his eyes—dark and piercing—that held me captive.

“Come here, Dove,” he said, his voice like velvet and steel.

My feet felt glued to the floor, and my body refused to move.

“I won’t ask again,” Dontrell warned, his tone colder now