Page 44 of Untamed

But I can’t play nice, not with this asshole who made my childhood a living nightmare.

Shawn

Please. Things are different. I’m not the same person I was. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I want to see you.

I shake my head when a brilliant idea crosses my mind.

A crazy, brilliant, terrible idea.

Fury races through my veins as I type a message to my masked stalker. My hands are shaking.

Hey. Stalker boy.

Bratvabloodline

Ouch. I’m not a boy.

I smile to myself. He didn’t deny stalker.

Bratvabloodline

What is it?

My heart thunders in my chest so hard I’m a little dizzy.

You said you’re not bluffing.

Bratvabloodline

I’m not

You also said you’re not going to hurt me.

Bratvabloodline

I would never hurt you.

Talk is cheap, but… but…

If he were going to hurt me, he… he would have already.

Right?

No, Ember, you stupid bitch—my inner voice warns me before I shut that shit down and continue my conversation.

Can we meet for coffee?

Some place public, out in the open, where he can’t do anything to me.

My pulse races as the dots on the other side of the phone appear then disappear, come back again, then disappear.

I wait and wait, but nothing.

Seriously? I mention coffee and get ghosted by my online stalker?

I can’t ask him to do this. Ican’t,but?—

Bratvabloodline

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