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“What the hell are you doing? I thought you were a—ugh, I don’t know, like—” “A serial killer?” The way he says the words is…strange. They roll off of his tongue like he’s purring, and he still watches me from narrowed, glittering eyes as he tracks my every movement. “You thought you were reaching out and grabbing the jacket of a murderer, Summer?” This time, when he says my name, there’s nothing flat or dismissive about it. Though when that sends a shiver down my spine, I can’t decide if it’s a good or bad thing. I laugh awkwardly, tasting the discomfort in the back of my throat when I swallow. “Yeah. Something…something like that. Lucky for me it’s just you, though, right?” The words don’t feel right on my tongue. His smile turns…strange. Pitying, in a way, and he seems to argue internally with himself before letting out a rough, quick sigh. “Well, I don’t know, sweetheart.” He turns fully, and the light I’m holding falls on the bright, reflective thing he holds in his other hand. “Feels like tonight might be your unlucky night, actually. Really wish you were asleep right now.” His grip shifts as he turns, and when he stands to face me fully, I find I can’t move a muscle. Not with my eyes fixed on Kayde Lane, and the ax he’s holding in the hand that was hidden from me until now. “Oh, my god.” The words come out as a whisper as all the warmth drains out of me, into the ground below. “Not quite,” Kayde responds, still with that half-apologetic smile. “And if you’re really good for me, sweetheart, I won’t make you meet him tonight.” 🖤 GET IT HERE: https://amazon.com/dp/B0CY6JRV4G