I catch Valerie glance at Grace swiftly. “Anyway, it’s so lovely to see you together. It’s been so long since you two called, I was planning on paying you a visit.”
“Don’t,” Grace all but shouts. I knock her stilettos with my trainers.
Valerie’s cup pauses, her eyes squinting to slits. “Why not? What’s going on?”
Brilliant.
My head snaps to Grace, who purses her lips in apology. I take out my phone, shaking my head, and text Jack to pick me up an hour later, then return to the third-degree Grace just signed us up for.
Forty minutes later, Valerie is still drilling us on all sorts of trivial nothings when my phone pings.
Stalker
You have overstayed your visit with these men. Time to leave.
My teeth clench as I hold my breath. He is stalking me atCaden’s house now? Does the King of Fort have nothing better to do? Why can’t he go bother some of his fangirls? He has plenty.
I click my phone shut and turn my attention back to Valerie’s anecdotes.
A minute later?—
Stalker
Ignoring me isn't going to make me go away, little dove.
My rule of thumb is not to engage with his texts, but Valerie has used up all my patience today.
Can you keep it down? You’re interrupting my orgy.
Stalker
Watch it.
I’m trying to decide which one of them should have my virginity. Thoughts?
Stalker
Depends. Which one of them do you want a bullet in first?
Jack is downstairs. You don’t scare me.
Stalker
Is that so?
Yes
Stalker
I’m walking in as I type. If you don’t want their blood on your hands, leave now. You have 2 minutes.
For a fraction of a second, I stay frozen, staring at the words, my eyes widening by the second.He can’t be serious?
“Eva?” Valerie prompts me when I don’t fake laugh at her big punchline.
But I’m a little too preoccupied. I jump to my feet and run to the window, pulling the curtains so hard I almost tear them off the rails. My hand flies to my chest. Mason’s black Ducati is parked outside. No Mason.
“What’s wrong?” Grace asks.
