I stopped walking, and the feeling hit suddenly and hard.
I was being watched.
I turned slowly toward the clubhouse behind me.
Nothing.
No Push.No giant biker lurking behind a tree.No one standing on the trail.
I frowned and slowly spun in a circle, scanning the woods around me.The island stretched dark and quiet in every direction.
Nobody there, and yet the feeling stayed.That prickling awareness at the back of my neck only got worse.
“Okay,” I muttered under my breath.“Maybe the haunted island murder mystery is finally getting to me.”
Totally possible.
I took another few slow steps toward the lake.
Snap.
A branch cracked somewhere off to my right near the tree line.
I froze instantly.
The sound wasn’t huge.Not horror movie dramatic, but it was enough.
My pulse kicked harder.I stared toward the woods, trying to see through the darkness gathering between the trees.Nothing moved.
Probably an animal.
A squirrel.
A raccoon.
A very judgmental deer.
Still… I took two cautious steps toward the sound.
“McKayla!”Push’s voice thundered across the island hard enough to make me jump.
I spun around fast and saw Push stalking toward me from the direction of the clubhouse, looking absolutely furious.Behind him on the back porch stood Prime, Piney, and Vin.All three looked amused as hell.
Traitors.
I stayed where I was while Push closed the distance between us with long, aggressive strides that looked very murdery for a man who insisted nobody on this island was trying to kill me.
His expression was dark enough to stop traffic.
Interesting.
I folded my arms loosely and waited.
Push stopped directly in front of me, chest rising slightly harder than normal like he’d come outside expecting disaster.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Yep, definitely pissed.
I didn’t answer right away, partly because I wanted to see where this went and partly because he looked kind of terrifying when he was worried.
