My stalker touches my waist like she’s reminding me that she was there, too.
“Guys, this really isn’t fucking funny,” I snap.
Because the last time I wore fairy wings was the night…
This can’t be happening.
Wake up.
“You were the hottest thing in there,” the stranger adds. “Too bad that skirt ended up in shambles, huh?”
My heart is pounding in my throat as flashes of memory that I’ve tried to suppress begins trickling into the light.
“Stop it,” I manage, my voice cracking. “Who is this?”
“Oh, those words sound so familiar,” he laughs. “But you don’t even remember my face, do you? You were so drunk that you didn’t even notice the taste. You couldn’t see straight enough to watch your drink. You were such an easy prey.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Poor Bonnie Miller,” he goes on. “Too high to function, too much of a slut to care to learn who was giving you yourfavoritepoison.”
I clench my teeth to keep from shaking, hoping to hell I can keep myself together long enough to get off this phone call.
I’m about to break.
“Too bad we didn’t get to finish,” he says. “We were having such a good time, and I think you were, too.”
My stalker’s hand finds my face, and she tilts my head back so that I’m looking at her.
I wish I could see if this phone call is eating her alive as much as it is me.
Because she was there that night, too.
“Who is this?” I force out.
“Don’t worry, Bonnie. I’ll make sure you remember it this time. I’ll make sure we finish. You won’t have to worry about the ‘what-ifs.’ And if you’re a good,quietlittle pet, I might even leave you a gift.”
A tear spills over onto my cheek as numbness sweeps through my body. She swipes it away and nods, encouraging me to go on.
“Who…is…this…”
My voice is trembling.
“And one more thing.”
I stiffen, fucking horrified at whatever he’s about to—
“Tell your stalker we’re coming for her, too.”
The line goes dead, and I throw my phone across the room.
I’m…
I don’t remember their faces. I don’t know their names.
I remember the cold, grimy floor and the smell of blood, sweat, vodka, and cum. I remember the flickering lights—
Get out.
