Page 67 of Devil's Delirium

There was no response, so I kept walking. It wouldn’t be long till I was home, in my pajamas and reading in bed with a decaf mocha. I could almost taste it already.

Then… a rhythmic tapping behind me, growing louder.

Someone moving closer.

Someone runningright atme.

I froze.

Prepared for the inevitable hand to wrap around my mouth and haul me into a van or something.

I held my breath.

Why didn’t I run?

But the capture never came.

Instead, there was silence.

Just dead quiet.

Stillness, making my hairs stand on end.

Finally, I turned around and just caught a muffled choking sound, but no one was there.

My heart beat loudly in my ears.

I checked both sides of the street.

There wasn’t anyone nearby that I could see.

“Hello?”

As if my stalker would say, “Hey, how’s it going?” Ridiculous.

“Fuck,” I hissed and dashed home, staying on high alert. I didn’t see or hear anything else the whole way, but as I closed the front door, I was sure I saw Maverick peeking at me from behind a tree.

I slammed the door and locked it, begging my heart to calm the fuck down.

“Everything okay?” asked Addie from the couch. She was all curled up with a mug and a blanket, watching something on Netflix.

I nodded. “Yeah. Fine. But I think Reaper is stalking me.”

She sat up, alarm plain in her eyes. “Stalking you?”

I bit down on my teeth, pausing to think about whether to brush it off or not. “Yeah. I’ve been seeing him around all week, and just now, it felt like someone was following me.”

“You think it was him?”

I shrugged. “It’s hard to tell. I think he’s outside now, though.”

She shot up and peered out the window. “Right now? I’ll go tell him to fuck off.”

I laughed. “He won’t listen anyway. What the fuck does he want?”

“Maybe that’s what he wants, another fuck.” She waggled her eyebrows like a loon.

“Nah. He can walk into any supe club and have his pick.”

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