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“Sorry. The only date I have tomorrow is with this book.” It was my turn to get a copy.Fucking finally!It was almost two in the morning!

A defeated Theo left Evelyn and I to walk back home once we all had our copy ofSecret Assassin Four.

“You could be less of a bitch to him,” she admitted, nudging me playfully. “Turning him down for a date with a book was pretty harsh.”

“What was I meant to say?Yes!He’d look at it as a date no matter what I did.”

“It's hard watching that cute little face of his.”

“Evelyn, if you like him so much,youfucking date him.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t stand a chance. That boyonlyhas eyes for you.” We were walking along the Brooklyn Bridge again. Evelyn gave me a look as I walked a little nearer the railings, looking down. “Don’t go suicidal on me again.” I wasn’t feeling suicidal, more curious. If I stepped onto the railing again and fell forwards, what would happen? In my mind, I was sure I’d cheated death that night. Would it happen again?

“I’m not! That night still confuses me, that’s all.”

“What’s eating you?”

“Nothing,” I snapped.

“Oh, there is something more about that night. Come on, spill!”

“You’ll think I’ve gone insane,” I confessed, not meeting her gaze.

“I already think you’re crazy. Out with it!”

“I think something saved me on the bridge the night I fell. Like a force that pulled me back. When I opened my eyes, I could have sworn I saw a mist of shadows fading away.”

Evelyn widened her eyes, bemusement shining deeply in them. “Oh, girl, you havegotto stop reading those dark lord books! Am I hearing you right? You think you have your ownShadow Daddythat saved you.” I was right: I shouldn't have told her. She started giggle snorting at my confession.

“No, of course not! All I’m saying issomethingsaved me! I’m sure of it!”

“You need a therapist more than I thought,” she mocked, putting her arm around my shoulder. I hated the contact. “No more Shadow Daddy porn, okay?” I gave her the most sincere smile I could, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that I was either going insane or something was watching me.

Chapter Five

“What time is the newguy starting?” I asked Malcolm after I’d served a few customers.

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