KIDNAPPED BY THE AGENT | Project Callister Book One

The scent of stale coffee and forgotten dreams usually greeted Octavia Snow upon her return from college, but today, something was different. The silence of her apartment, usually a comfort, felt heavy, charged. As she pushed open the door, a figure detached itself from the shadows, leaning against the doorframe as if he owned the place. Six feet of tailored suit, dark eyes, and a smirk that promised trouble.
"Who the hell are you and why the hell are you in my living room?" she demanded, the words ringing with more bravado than she felt. He merely offered a subtle, dimpled smile, utterly unconcerned by her outrage.
Panic began to prickle at her skin, a cold sensation spreading from her chest. This wasn't normal. This wasn't part of her routine. Her eyes darted around, landing on a sturdy stool, a pathetic weapon against the athletic build and array of weapons she now noticed strapped to his belt. He chuckled, a low, unsettling sound.
"Do you really think that's going to work?"
Defeat tasted bitter. She lowered the stool, her mind already racing for an escape route, knowing deep down that there was none. This was it. Her mundane life was about to shatter.
