Page 12 of Hunt for You

I wasn’t even halfway home before I had convinced myself that I needed to check on her, keep tabs for a few days, make sure the guy didn’t go after her.

I was still five miles from home when I had justified giving her at least the first hunt, since she clearly neededsomethingin her life.

By the time I made it in the door, I already had the app on my phone open that monitored the tracker I’d put on her car and showed meexactlywhere she was. Safely at home, thank God.

As I got a glass of water and downed it, it took a minute to realize I was staring at that dot on a map and assessing her neighborhood again, weighing the thrill of venturing into her territory against the control of choosing my own ground.

And the hair on my arms was standing up, which was my body’s way of saying,let the hunt begin.

Five minutes later, cock aching, and body thrumming because I was staring into the distance, remembering how she’d smelled, I wasn’t even arguing with it anymore.

She was either going to be the best I’d ever had, or the death of me. And I found I kind of liked that idea.

Maybe she wasn’t the only fatalist.

5.Self-Destruct

~ BRIDGET ~

I dreamed that his eyes were on me, watching from the shadows. But instead of feeling creepy, it felt like protection.

God, I’m a mess.

I logged onto the computer the second I got up, hurrying through the VPN and masking, humming with anticipation—only for every system in my body to slump when there were no messages from him.

Then it felt like I didn’t want to move. Like my body had already burned through the fuel for the day and my blood was thick and running slow.

I checked my email because I was expecting a package, but only found another from Jeremy.

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FROM: Asshole (Jeremy Haines)

TO: Bridget

SUBJECT: Stop playing games

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What the fuck? Two days in a row?

The first niggle of uneasiness started in my chest. If Jeremy wasn’t waiting for me tothink,then something was going on that was going to spell trouble for me.

Once again, I sat there, staring at the email, biting my lip, the mouse hovering over it… but I shook my head and left it unread. Let him figure out that.

My message window pinged and my heart jolted with hope that it was Cain. But instead, there was an image of the insane purple monster puppet and a notification window.

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***SYSTEM NOTE: CHAT ENCRYPTED END-TO-END. ENSURE ALL ACCOUNTS ARE LOGGED OFF BEFORE DISCONNECTING.***

PurplePeoplEater:You’re up early.

DeadGirlWalking:That’s my line. Since when do you rise with the sun?

PurplePeoplEater:Since I never went down with the dark.

DeadGirlWalking:Ooooo, new boyfriend keeping you awake?

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