Page 53 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

“Eden, after that adventure, perhaps taking Storm out for a walk might do him some good,” Jagger says, standing up from his chair. “I could go pick up a pizza and take him with me. Anyone fancy joining me?”

“No way, man, not in this dry heat,” Callum announces, and Asher agrees.

“I’ll join you,” I offer, not minding the leg stretch. We’ve been stuck in a small studio all day. I could do with a bit of a walk.

“What is it with you Europeans and your walking everywhere?” Eden interjects.

“What’s wrong with walking?” I gaze at her.

“I guess nothing,” she replies. “If you don’t mind, I’ll head up for a shower. Thanks for taking Storm out, but if he begins to whimper, it means his hip hurts, and you should head back.”

“Got it,” Jagger picks up the leash hanging over the bar stool. “He’ll be fine with us.”

She nods and gives her dog one last look before leaving the room.

I grab my phone and wallet, following Jagger and Storm out the front door.

As soon as we step outside, the dog freezes, points his head towards the open gates, and growls.

Jagger and I stop, look in the direction, and catch a figure jumping out from the bushes and making a runner out the gates.

“Stay with the dog. Eden will kill us if we lose him,” I say fast and dash after the arsehole who must have been here spying on us the whole time. I chase him down the street, but as soon as I close in, I watch a motorbike approach him. He hops on, and they ride off.

What the fuck?

There are two of them?

“Did you catch his face?” I hear a heavy breath behind me and turn to find Jagger and Storm. Like me, both are panting.

“No. What the fucking fuck was that?”

“Callum said he was sure someone was here hiding the other day. And Eden told him some story about a strange fan approaching her while she was with Brittney.”

“Fuck. Stalker or old fan?” I ask.

“Dunno, mate. But Callum said she had real terror on her face. He’s never seen a person more frightened of her own shadow.”

“And Asher said she has night terrors almost every other night. His room is closest to hers, so he hears her.”

“I reckon this will send her packing back to the desert.”

“Then we don’t tell her and increase the security here.”

“Starting from keeping those gates shut.”

“Maybe look into getting a bodyguard. I didn’t think we needed them. But if old fans begin to get word we’re back together making music, it might attract some unwarranted attention.”

“Agree. The less Eden gets freaked out, the better.”

Chapter 15

Over these last twoweeks, we’ve lived and breathed the same air in this house, but other than using the pool in the garden and going for long rides on my motorbike, I hardly have a life outside these walls.

Not that I had one in London, but going to the pub for a pint is what I do, and Los Angeles doesn’t have that kind of vibe for me.

So, being a bit of a hermit also means spending time with everyone else who lives here.

Especially with Eden.

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