No Way Out

TESSA

"What? You don’t live here! I live here," I stammered, my voice cracking in the quiet hallway.

I stared at the heavy wooden door at the end of the corridor, then back at him. My brain refused to process the information. My legs, already trembling from the grueling workout, felt like they were sinking into the carpet.

Bryce stood there, offering that same casual, manipulative smile that us