Tomorrow.
I’d deal with it tomorrow.
???
I found a shop not far from work. They ran an antivirus scan, but it came up clean. The final suggestion was either a factory reset or a new phone. Since everything was backed up, I opted for the reset.
The man walked me through it. Simple enough.
I felt a little better leaving the shop.
Poor Darius. I hoped he was okay. I briefly considered messaging him from my work phone, then thought better of it. The last thing he needed was more stress tied to me.
It wasn’t until I was halfway home that the thought hit me.
Whoever had sent those messages knew he owned a Porsche.
I frowned, tightening my grip on my bag.
Some people had far too much time on their hands. Didn’t they have jobs? Lives?
Creepy sick fuck.
Chapter 7
Blaidd
The double espresso did nothing to energise me. I pulled out my phone and played her video again.
There had to be a clue. That was what I told myself as I watched her climb the steps to the stage. I’d already catalogued every curve of her body a hundred times over.
I felt Fenrir’s tension coil tighter as she accepted the award and punched it into the air.
“Thank you—truly. This is… overwhelming.
When I started Her Glow, it was from my kitchen table, with borrowed equipment, stubborn hope, and a family who believed in me long before anyone else did. This award doesn’t belong to me alone—it belongs to every late night, every failed batch, every person who told me it mattered that our communities had products made for us, not as an afterthought.
To my team—thank you for your relentless work, your integrity, and your refusal to cut corners. To my family—thank you for keeping me grounded, for reminding me who I am when things move too fast, and for never letting me forget where I come from.
Her Glow was built on respect. For science. For nature. For heritage. And for the people who trust us every day.
This recognition means more than I can say. Thank you for seeing us.”
I closed my eyes.
Her Glow.
Even with my vision shut off, I could see her.
Bright. Happy. Grateful.
Disgusting.
I should have stayed. Should have shown her the true face of horror. We should have made her submit—like the rest.
The car slowed.
I opened my eyes.
