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He speaks in Damien’s voice.
Perfect.
Identical.
“You’re safe now, baby. I’m here. Just like you begged.”
I jolt.
Pull back.
Look up.
He’s smiling.
And in his hand—A Polaroid.
Fresh.
Still developing.
It’s of me.
Straddling him. Screaming.
Branded.
Destroyed.
“I sent it to him fifteen minutes ago.”
My heart stops.
“He’s coming.”
He grins.
“But you won’t run to him, will you?”
I start to speak?—
But he presses a finger to my lips.
“Because here’s the thing, Raven…”
He leans close.
His voice drops to a whisper.
“There was never a second stalker. We were always the same.”
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
RAVEN
There are two of him.
I blink.
