Page 3 of A Witchy Spell Ride
The woman says nothing more, just stands. The reading is over.
We walk home under a bruised purple sky, the air heavy with heat and warning.
Briar keeps glancing at me. “You, okay?”
“No.”
“That was… intense.”
“She said someone’s watching me,” I murmur.
My friend stops walking. “Selene.”
I don’t look at her.
“You think it’s true?”
I nod once.
She grabs my hand. “You need to tell Reaper.”
“I can’t.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because he’ll overreact. He’ll go nuclear. I’ll be locked inside the clubhouse with a guard at my door and half the club riding around like it’s DEFCON one.”
“Maybe that’s what you need.”
“I need space to figure this out.”
She frowns. “You’re scared.”
I don’t answer.
She tightens her grip. “Selene. What’s going on?”
“I keep finding things,” I whisper. “Weird things. A charm left on my doorstep. A photo from five years ago with my face scratched out. A mark carved under my porch.”
“Oh my god.”
“And now this psychic”
“She knew.”
“I know.”My voice cracks.
She is quiet for a long beat, “Do you think it’s someone in the club?”
I meet her eyes. “I think… I don’t know what I think.”
But deep down, I was starting to fear the truth.
The person watching me wasn’t some outsider.
They were already close.
Maybe closer than I could handle.
