Chapter 065

WRITER POV

Yohan pushed open the door to his apartment, his phone pressed to his ear. The hallway was dim, the only light coming from the streetlamps outside. He stepped inside, feeling the familiar creak of the floorboards under his feet.

As he shut the door behind him, he kicked off his shoes, letting them clatter against the wall.

"Yeah, I'm just getting in," he said into the phone, his voice echoing slightly in the stillness of the apartment. "I'll call you back in a bit."

He ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket. With a sigh, he reached for the light switch on the wall. The fluorescent bulbs flickered to life, casting a harsh light over the room.

And then he froze, like the blood in his body had turned to ice. His lips quivered and his voice stopped working at that split second.

"You didn't think you'd be this easy to find, did you?" Keith's devilish eyes moved from the floorboards to Yohan Farrell's face.

In the middle of the living room, Keith was seated on a w