And they know where she works.Where she walks.Probably where she lives.
Enya doesn't notice.She just keeps walking, faster now, checking over her shoulder every few steps.
I follow her all the way to her building.Watch her unlock the main entrance door, slip inside, and the door closes behind her.Then I park across the street and wait.
The sun sets.Lights come on in her flat.I can see movement behind the curtains but nothing is clear.
Hours pass.I don't move.I just sit on my bike, watching the street, watching her building, making sure no one approaches.
Making sure she's safe.
My phone buzzes with a text from Rush.
You good?
Yeah.On watch.
Need anything?
Not yet.
I pocket the phone and lean back against my bike, jaw tight, chest aching with the weight of knowing she's up there scared and alone and I can't do anything about it.
I can't force her to let me help.Can't demand she trust me.Can't barge in and fix this.
All I can do is watch.Protect from a distance.Make sure whoever's threatening her doesn't get close enough to hurt her.
And hope, fucking hope, that eventually she'll trust me enough to tell me what's going on.
So I can end it.
Permanently.
Because whoever's scaring her, whoever sent that message, whoever's watching her…
They're going to regret it.
I promise myself that.
I promise her, even if she doesn't know it.
I'll be the one standing between her and whatever danger is closing in.
Even if she wants nothing to do with me right now.
Even if it costs me everything.
She's worth it.
And I'm not fucking leaving.
10
ENYA
Iwake at four in the morning, heart already racing before I'm fully conscious.
The flat's dark and quiet.Warren's asleep down the hall.Mam's door is closed.Everything's normal.Safe.
