Phoebe's POV
I locked eyes with the intruder, refusing to blink as I watched the creature advance toward me.
The beast moved deliberately, confident I couldn't call for help.
I scanned the room desperately, searching for anything to use as a weapon, though I knew my odds of surviving a direct confrontation were practically nonexistent.
My only shot at making it out alive was getting Samuel and Justin' attention—they were positioned just outside my door.
But how could I reach them?
I slipped out of bed, backing away from the beast while edging toward the flower vase.
The moment it lunged at me, I hurled the vase and bolted for the bathroom.
I slammed the door shut just as the creature reached me and turned the lock.
From the other side, I heard Samuel and Justin shouting my name after the crash.
"My queen! Are you okay? What's happening in there?!"
