I’ve got you tonight.
We aren’t going anywhere.
We’ve got you now.
Always.
The worst part of this entire situation isn’t the stalking ex, or the stalking guys hiding behind an app, or the fucking butterflies still fluttering around in my stomach.
The worst part is…
I believe him.
I think I’ve believed them since the beginning of this madness.
“She’s not answering again?” I ask, pacing near the side of the building with my hood up, cap pulled low over my face. “You’re sure that plate is his?”
“Ohio rental tags. Same make and model with a dent in the rear bumper. It’s him.” Silas’s voice comes in low and lethal through my earbuds. “Jace is talking to Eris through HimLock. She’s fine.”
I watch the nondescript black car idling less than half a block down. The headlights are off, but I can see the glow of his phone hitting his face through the windshield.
Daniel.
Fucking Daniel is once again posted up outside Eris’s apartment.
He hasn’t moved since we spotted him on the camera over an hour ago. I walked from our loft to the swanky downtown complex, and I’ve just been standing unnoticed in the shadows, quietly judging Daniel’s parking job. The compact sedan is so crooked, its tail end is hanging into the street… He looks like a junkie waiting for the dealer to show.
Except… He’s just watching her window.
“I don’t like this,” I mutter.
Silas exhales harshly, the sound tickling my ear. “Neither do I.”
The driver’s side door finally opens, and my entire body goes eerily still.
“Silas?”
“Talk to me,” he snaps.
“He’s getting out.”
I slip deeper into the shadows, behind the hedge-line at the side of the building. From here, I have a clean angle, enough to see Daniel has something tucked under the left side of his coat. He maneuvers himself and the item, but it looks like he can’t make it work. That’s when he pulls thesomethingout.
“Tell me what you see,” Silas demands, then mumbles something to Jace in the background.
“Roses,” I bite out. “Fucking white roses.”
Silas remains silent as he waits for more information from me.
Daniel doesn't look at the front entrance of Eris’s apartment complex, doesn’t even pretend he’s here for something normal.
No.
He walks straight to her side of the building, almost as if he’s making a beeline for me.
But it’s not me he’s after.
It’s her second-floor balcony.
