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I thought I was safe.
That night was supposed to be nothing more than a reckless decision, a forgotten memory buried under tequila and neon lights. But as I stepped into my apartment, locking the door behind me, I couldnât shake the feeling that I was being watched.
Brushing it off as paranoia, I exhaled sharply, throwing my purse onto the couch. It was just one night. He wouldnât come looking for me. He didnât even know my name.
Right?
I was wrong.
The next night, as I walked home, I felt it againâthe sharp prickling sensation of eyes on me. A shiver ran down my spine, and I quickened my pace. The streets were empty, my heartbeat loud in my ears.
And then I saw it.
A black car. Parked across from my building. Same car as last night. Same deep, obsidian windows hiding whoever sat inside.
My stomach twisted.
Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe I was imagining things.
Or maybe⦠he had found me.
I fumbled for my keys, shoving them into the lock. The second I stepped inside, I slammed the door shut and pressed my back against it, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Breathe.
A few seconds passed. Then a minute. Nothing.
I forced a laugh at my own paranoia. He didnât even know who I was.
Then my phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: You shouldnât have run, princess.
I stared at the screen, my blood turning to ice.
He knew.