Page 104 of Hunt for You

~ CAIN ~

Iknewthat fucking priest got in her head and gave her a conscience. If he put out her light I’d take a knife tothatfucker.

When I listed the Bible in the kit, I thought she’d buy one at Walmart. I never expected it to send her to church—how had I missed that part of her life in my research?

Easy… I’d been so fascinated with her, I got sloppy.Which was all the more reason I needed to turn around and go home.

But I kept driving, my phone open on the dash, watching her tracker progress as she drove, shaking my head and cursing the whole way. But I didn’t speed. I couldn’t. No way was I fucking this up by getting pulled over.

I needed to let her get home and think the day was done. Start to relax. She needed to have given up on seeing me today. Because she couldn’t be allowed to think she could just text me and I’d come running. That wasn’t how the hunt worked. Lucky for both of us, I’d already decided to come for her tonight.

But she was having second thoughts. She never got the words out, but I knew it. I could feel it. Especially knowing she sent that message when she left the priest.

Confession was a bitch. And I wasmad.

This wasn’t the way to start a hunt. It was dangerous because it clouded my vision. I knew that. But I’d given up fighting the urge to keep her. I’d accepted my obsession.

One way or another, she was going to belong to me forever. And if that meant I had to remove that fucking priest, well… it could be arranged.

I smiled grimly and came to a full and complete stop at the stop sign. My mother would have been proud.

I circled the car around the little shopping mall a few miles from her house until I was sure she’d gotten home, then I drove very carefully to her neighborhood.

I didn’t usually invade the home so soon, but we needed to talk, and I needed to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted. When I was just blocks from her house, I parked in the shade of that big tree again since it wasn’t dark yet, and checked my kit. I wouldn’t get out of the car until it was dark, but I needed to be close in case—

The little blue dot on my phone screen that was her car suddenly started moving again. I cursed and grabbed it, heart pounding because she wasn’t supposed to move. Where the fuck was she going?

She betternotbe going back toVigorí.I hadn’t killed that idiot who’d tried to take her yesterday even though he deserved it. He better not tempt me a second time. I was beyond any kind of mercy.

Then I realized that dot was coming around the corner a couple blocks from where I was parked—she was going to pass me!

I didn’t hesitate, just flipped my car seat back so it laid flat and I was completely out of sight from the street. My breath came faster and the hair on my arms stood up as I heard the rush of her vehicle passing a minute later.

She wasright there.

Shit.

It was torture watching my phone until she’d gone around the corner further down the street and was out of sight, then I sat up and got the car going, working hard not to drive like a crazed man because I didn’t need to keep eyes on her to follow her.

Where the hell was she going? And why had she gone home, then not stayed there?

Five minutes later she was stopped at a light and I was getting dangerously close because of the light sequence. But it didn’t matter, she’d get a green before I got to that block.

Except, she didn’t.

As I drove down the street, staying in the flow of traffic, her dot didn’t move, even though we were creeping up on that block… I kept my hood up and tried to sit normally in my car as I got closer and closer—cursing when I realized she’d stopped at a gas station and I was going to drive right past her.

I didn’t even turn my head, but I caught sight of her car parked in one of the slots for people using the convenience store as I rolled past and kept going two more blocks before I turned off the road to watch until she started moving again soon.

It took every ounce of will not to follow closely, but I couldn’t risk her catching sight of me, so I waited until she was more than a mile away, before I followed, and stayed well away until the car had stopped again, this time in a neighborhood park.

My skin began to prickle. Had she somehow figured out that I was hunting her and come here because she wanted to run?

And did that mean it would be a fun hunt, or did I need to turn around?

She’d thwarted me once already—dummy number, or not, she’d gotten the upper hand the last time I actually hunted her. And last night…

Last night had been a shitshow.

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