Page 30 of Haunted Prey

Do what you have to. I’ll be there.

I stared at her text and could feel the sting of fresh tears. I blinked them away, knowing they did me no good.

I’d do anything to get out, to just get somewhere—anywhere—and hide.

She told me Jamie wanted to get me out the “correct” way, as in wait till I was released or see if I could come out for a temporary visit over the weekend. After I told Lena everything, we both agreed fuck that.

I got you, she had texted.Just find some way out and I’ll come get you.

We’d been texting back and forth ever since. Me updating her on what was going on, and her assuring me she was there and ready.

I didn’t care about the legal repercussions, at least not for myself. I would take the hit for Lena if I were caught. I’d make up some bullshit story if I had to.

We planned at night, while in the day, I tried not to pull my hair out.

Tomorrow, I texted.

You sure?

Yes. Wait for me at sundown.

Be careful.

I closed out the screen, then leaned my head back against the damp wall. I closed my eyes and could feel a tremor raking down my body.

Wish you were here, Em. I miss you.

I brushed the charm hanging around my neck. Carefully, I rubbed it with my fingers as if it were a talisman.

A sob choked in my throat, but I took a deep breath and beat it down.

The hairs at the back of my neck stood on end and I opened my eyes slowly. A small gasp filled my lungs.

He was there.

The shadow, the specter that followed me, was on the other side of the glass. Blurred somewhat by the shower’s glass door, he moved slowly to one side, his skull face smiling at me. He came to stand close to the glass, watching me.

I stood my ground, shaking.

Lip quivering, I carefully set my phone on a ledge away from the water, then slowly crept up to the glass, pressing my hand to it. I leaned my body in, forehead against the door.

I whispered his name, repeated it over and over. He didn’t move, didn’t so much as budge.

I knew it wasn’t him, it couldn’t be. But it was all I had.

We watched each other for a long moment. I pressed my body against the glass so he could see.

Slowly, I moved my hand down, across my abdomen, then down between my legs. I shuddered as I moved my fingers across my clit and then slipped them inside. I moved my hips, rubbing against the glass, pretending it was him who touched me. His fingers moved inside me, filled me. I saw his smile…his burning gaze.

My hand on the glass curled into a fist, my breath hitching as I could feel an orgasm beginning to tighten and rise in me. The phantom tipped his head back a little and whispered,That’s it, baby. Show me how badly you want me.

I showed him by stroking harder, standing on my tippy toes. My lips parted as I grew breathless, my eyes locked to his skull-like face.

That’s it…That’s it.

A low, husky laugh escaped him.My good, sweet girl.

The glass fogged up from my breath and his face became more obscured, more distorted. Still, I imagined his true face, and remembered how he felt inside me.

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