Chapter 11
Chloe froze mid-stride, her heart skipping a beat as her eyes locked onto the brass doorknob slowly turning from the outside.
The door pushed open with a soft creak, revealing a towering silhouette standing in the pitch-black hallway.
"Rose... how did you get back?" Chloe gasped, clutching the baby tighter against her charcoal grey dress as she backed toward the corner.
A flash of lightning illuminated the hallway, revealing not Rose, but an unknown figure wearing a dark trench coat and a ski mask.
The intruder stepped into the nursery with silent, lethal precision, drawing a heavy silver heirloom dagger from his coat pocket.
"Hand over the child, nanny, and no one has to get hurt tonight," a gravelly, disguised voice demanded from the shadows.
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Chloe’s fierce, protective instincts flared with blinding intensity, overriding every ounce of fear in her veins.
She didn't scream for Julian; she kicked a heavy wooden rocking chair directly into the path of the advancing intruder.
