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“Shelley Evans is not your problem. Investigate what happened to her and leave my case alone.” David got to his feet.
“Or what?”
“You’ll be fired by the end of the month if you don’t. Don’t push me. Wilson. I’ve more clout than you realise. Have a good day.” David walked out, leaving Wilson gaping like a fish.
“Someone needs to warn that girl. She’s stepped into something that is way out of her league,” Wilson muttered. He swore viciously and headed back to his desk.
An alert sounded softly on Drew’s phone, and he saw it was the camera app connected to the hidden cameras he’d placed at Shelley’s house. Worried about her safety, Drew had placed one on the front and back doors. It was the back door that was alerting now. Drew frowned as he watched a figure dressed in black emerge from Shelley’s house. Drew stiffened because nobody should have been there. The man crept away as Shelley’s front camera alerted, and Drew saw Shelley pull up.
A sense of dread clenched in his gut as Drew watched the man pause by the back gate. There was something in his hand, and Drew leaned in and peered closer.
“Shit!” he cried and darted through his portal. He landed in Shelley’s living room just as Shelley opened the front door.
“Out!” Drew yelled, racing towards her, panic-stricken. Shelley gaped at him as Drew grabbed her and leapt back towards the mirror. As they passed through, a fireball lit up behind them, and Shelley screamed. They landed back in Mary’s tower, but Drew didn’t stop as he accessed his mirror again.
Although Mary controlled them, they could all teleport to their own homes. Drew did this now, and they landed at his London pad. Shelley staggered and pulled away from him, and only then did Drew realise what he’d just done. He’d totally exposed Shelley once again.
Drew cursed fluently and ran a hand through his hair.
“You are not killing me!” Shelley yelled, and before Drew knew it, Shelley grabbed a bowl off the table and threw it at his head.
Drew barely ducked in time as Shelley ran behind his couch, putting it between them.
“I lied and covered for you! I didn’t tell them anything!” Shelley shrieked.
Drew looked at her and blinked. “What are you talking about?”
“Um…”
“Actually, why the hell aren’t you freaking out that you just ported through a mirror?” Drew demanded, narrowing his eyes.
“Um…”
“You remembered!” Drew accused.
“Er…”
“Holy shit. I really believed you’d forgotten everything, but you hadn’t, had you? You sneaky little… wow. What an actress you are! You deserve an Oscar!”
“You were going to kill me if I didn’t pretend that I’d forgotten!” Shelley hissed and threw a vase at him.
“Stop throwing shit!” Drew shouted.
“Oh, you want me to stand here and let you kill me?” Shelley spat.
She looked magnificent. Her cheeks were flushed red with temper, and her eyes were narrowed, and Drew wanted nothing more than to kiss her. Her attitude was really turning him on.
“I don’t want to kill you, strangle you, though, yeah. I believed your entire act, and it fricking hurt!” Drew bellowed the last words.
“That hurt? Well, so did discovering you’re Ghoul! I trusted him and you, and you’re both liars!”
“Hell to the no, I never lied once.”
“Yes, you did; it was a lie by omission. You knew as Ghoul I was struggling, and I wouldn’t say anything.”
Shelley grabbed a china lamp off his side table, and Drew had had enough. He leapt over the settee, making Shelley squeal. She darted for the hallway, and Drew pounced. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her.
Shelley
