Page 137 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

I watch her walk over to a nearby abandoned building.

“Siren, don’t do it!” I yell to her, but she’s relentless.

Just brill! As if my evening couldn’t get any better, I silently watch her break the bottle against the building. She tosses the head, along with the broken shards of glass, to the ground. Taking another drag, I inhale deeply, keeping my calm because I could be fucking pissed, but I know she’s testing my patience.

“That was unnecessary,” I tell her as she returns.

“Now talk,” she says. “If there’s someone else, fair enough. But don’t treat me like crap because you're fucking some other woman every night you disappear. I know you’re frustrated because you think you can’t bring her around, but that’s not true.”

What?

“So you’re okay with me bringing some bird home?” I ask, not sure if I should rejoice or be mortified that she wants me to move on.

Technically, I should have moved on from her a long time ago.

“Haze told me you’re living the life of a bachelor back in England.”

Fucking wanker.

“As if Haze has any clue of my life back home in the last decade.”

“So you don’t fuck around with groupies?”

“I never said that.”

Although I’m not sure what I’d prefer doing right now, kill my arselicking brother, or laugh because she’s got the jealous bug for an imaginary woman she thinks I’m sleeping with.

Eden always was always the possessive type.

But so was I.

“We used to be friends.”

“We were never friends, luv. We were lovers.”

“I was in love with you, Callum.”

I don’t like where this discussion is going, I toss my fag away, not giving a shit where it lands, and start walking down the road back to the trailer.

She isn’t what I need in my life.

If I keep telling myself that, I’m hoping to believe it.

“Hey!” Eden calls out, but I keep strolling and ignoring her.

“Tell me this then,” she runs to catch up and puts herself in front of me, causing me to halt. “Why do you care so much about my stalker and what he did to me. Why?”

I inch closer, fury raging in me at the mention of the arsehole.

“Eden, what else did that bastard do to you?”

She steps back, realizing she said something she shouldn’t have. Silence suddenly fills the breezy air between us. And if I wanted this woman to shut up, she’s finally done so.

But not like this.

We all suspect more happened. She mentioned there were three people that night.

“Were you raped, Eden?” I blurt out the words we all suspected but none of us asked because the answer would ignite the kind of fury which our darkest demons would be released to create havoc on the world.

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