Chapter 97

• NICHOLAS
• I wasn't superstitious by any means, but as I flipped through endless files in my office, I had this weird urge to call Giselle and check up on everyone.
• This wasn't the normal paranoia I felt whenever I left the house. No. This one was stronger, almost like a gut feeling you got when something was about to go wrong. Fear trickled down my spine and goosebumps decorated my skin. I was a firm believer in trusting your guts, so I reached for my phone to dial Giselle's number.