His Estranged Mate

Chapter 19: Beware?!

CATRINA

The moment I walk into my house after my shift, I know that someone's been here. Feeling scared, I walk further into my house with very light steps but find my house empty. It is empty but I know that someone's been here.

The vibe of someone searching for something, touching my things and then keeping those things back into their place to make them look undisturbed gives me the creeps.

How did the person enter my house? It was locked with the same latch that I had used yesterday before leaving for my shift. One of the nurses was unavailable so I had to fill-in for her duty.

I check all the windows one by one and confirm that all of them are locked then how did the trespasser enter my home? Calling the security guard of this apartment, I wait for him to pick up.

"Hello, this is Catrina St. Clair. Was there anyone asking for me, in the morning?" I ask to the guard who tells me that there was no one.

Then why do I feel that someone has been in my house?

The sour taste of bile rising up in my throat has me running into the toilet and I vomit all my breakfast. Retching and dry heaving for what feels like an hour, I finally sit back on my haunches, breathing hard as if I've run a marathon.

Looking around the bathroom, I finally let my gaze land on the mirror where it's written in bold red lipstick, the only bold color that I owned.

"Beware, Catrina Vlček"

The scream that leaves my throat as I read and reread the letters on my mirror might have woken up the neighbors. A slight chortling sound is heard which I think is from me but when the silhouette over my bathroom window moves and my gaze shifts to look at him in my mirror, my thought about the trespasser is confirmed. Where there was a glass pane over my toilet, now sits my trespasser with the glass panes methodically removed and kept along the window pane. As soon as I turn to look at him, he jumps out of my window but not before waving at me.

My entire form trembles in fear and I feel a lot colder than the atmosphere is at the moment. Walking out of the bathroom in silence and as if he'll come back to kill me, I walk straight to my purse, pick out my phone and dial Connor's number.

He picks up on the first ring and then walks into my apartment.

"What happened?" he asks, bringing me out of my daze and I realize that I just had a hallucination. He's not here. No one's here. Oh my God, I am going crazy. I am sure I must have imagined it.

"Nothing! I wanted to call Cayden but called you by mistake. Bye," I say, not so sure about myself anymore.

"Hey, hang on. Why are you panting? Tell me what's wrong now," he commands.

"I... I thought I forgot my phone in the hospital and nearly panicked but found it on the bottom of my purse. Yeah! That's it," I say and smack my forehead. Even a fool can make out that I am lying.

"Are you sure, Catrina? Because that sounds like a bullshit story," he says and I can imagine him frowning.

"No, I am not lying."

"I didn't say you were. I am coming there right now. Don't get out of your house. In fact, you are moving in with me. It's not safe for you anymore," he says, cutting me off and it's my turn to frown at his words.

Am I in danger? Was that trespasser really here? Or was it my imagination?

Walking back into my bathroom, I move towards the mirror to see that it's clean, not even a speck of my bold red lipstick is seen on the mirror. I turn my head to look at the window pane and see that it's completely in its place.