Page 23 of Fractured

As much as I enjoyed my time with him, Jasper gives off too much intensity. I don’t need that in my life right now. I’m still trying to process having killed someone. The rush I got from the violence calls to me. It’s constantly nagging at me from the back of my mind. Even when I don’t realize I’m thinking about it, it’s there, clawing under my skin. The desire to hurt, maim, kill… it’s always there now. And if I don’t find a way to get rid of it, I’ll succumb to the forbidden impulse.

Jasper and his possessiveness will just add too many obstacles. It’s better this way.

My phone chirps, pulling my attention. When I check the screen, there’s a new message from my stalker. I shouldn’t be surprised he’s already reaching out. What could it be this time? Another warning to not let someone touch me?

Once again, the phone unlocks on its own, allowing me to see the video waiting for me to play. In the freeze frame, Jasper is holding me against the wall. I never considered the security cameras catching my debauchery. Figures my stalker would know about them and use any means necessary to keep his eyes on me. I can’t imagine the camera would have picked up much sound from being all the way across the room, but I’m proven wrong the moment I hit play.

Jasper is kissing my neck, and clear as day, I hear his voice play through the speakers. “Make no mistake, you’ll still be mine. Even if I do recognize you can belong to someone else at the same time. Just don’t hide anything from me. I’ll be territorial and protective to the end. Anyone who dares touch you without us communicating about it beforehand will die. Don’t test me on this, Little Bird.”

How in the hell did my stalker get this audio? I know it can’t be from the security camera. Those words were spoken against my neck. Even now I can feel the faint brush of his lips against the hidden mark as he said them.

A message pops up, replacing the video on my screen. It’s the first time he’s texted me since giving me the new phone. I can’t help but smirk at the name he used for his contact. Jasper isn’t the only presumptuous man in my life. My stalker has taken up calling me Raven, just like my mother used to do. And in calling himself the Ravenmaster, he’s claiming it’s his job to maintain my health and safety. Not to mention the ownership aspect of the name.

Ravenmaster: I like his rule. I’m stealing it. From now on, anyone who touches you without you talking to me about it first, will die.

Raven: So when I see my father in a few minutes, you'll kill him for giving me a hug?

Ravenmaster: Smartass isn’t a good look on you.

Raven: Oh? And what is?

Ravenmaster: Murder.

His answer has me grinning. I like him being attracted to my darkness.

Raven: What if I’m the one initiating the touching?

Ravenmaster: You’re thinking of Vander again, aren’t you?

I didn’t doubt it, but now I know for sure he watched every moment and heard each word at the shooting range.

Raven: And if I was?

Ravenmaster: Do you really want him? Or has he just become your newest challenge?

Raven: That’s not an answer.

Ravenmaster: Neither was that.

I grit my teeth a little too hard at his answer. Fucking infuriating stalker. I should be happy being able to message back, but I hate when people are just as cunning as me with giving out information.

Raven: You already know my answer…

Ravenmaster: You’re right. I do. I know everything about you, Remington.

Raven: So you know it’s pointless to try and tell me to keep it in my pants.

Ravenmaster: I would say no such thing. It would mean I get to torture and kill a man who touched what’s mine.

Raven: Sorry. Jasper already claimed me as his.

Fuck… I probably shouldn’t have sent that. I enjoyed playing with Jasper too much to get him killed.

Raven: Forget I said that. Jasper’s off limits.

Ravenmaster: It’s cute you think you can tell me what to do.

Ravenmaster: So are you planning on telling him about me?

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