Page 31 of A Witchy Spell Ride
You were made to be adored.
Watched.
Worshipped.
Soon, you’ll see.
I’m not the danger.
I’m the answer.
My hand curled into a fist around nothing.
I wanted to break something.
But more than that? I wanted to find whoever left this.
Because this wasn’t some high school crush or late-night fantasy. This was claiming. A warning dressed as affection. A threat dressed as worship.
I knew damn well where that led.
“Tell me you didn’t touch it,” I said quietly.
Selene’s voice was flat. “Just the note.”
“No envelope?”
“No.”
“Where were you?”
“Storeroom. Ten minutes. Tops.”
“Door locked?”
She nodded.
Briar was pacing now, energy sparking off her boots. “Tell him.”
Selene looked away.
“I said tell him, Selene.”
Before she could, the front door opened again. Reaper walked in. Behind him, Cross. Then Bones, dragging a crowbar and looking like he hoped someone needed it used.
“Someone better explain fast,” Reaper said, eyes sweeping the room like a wolf checking his den.
Briar turned to Selene. Arms crossed. Jaw tight. “Enough,” she snapped. “You don’t get to protect him by staying quiet. Whoever he is, whatever you’re afraid of you either say it now, or I will.”
Selene’s hands curled at her sides. She looked at me. Then at her brother. Then at the rose. She swallowed hard.
Voice barely above a whisper: “I’m being stalked.”
The room dropped into silence. No one moved. Even Briar stopped pacing.
Selene didn’t add details. Didn’t need to. The word stalked did the work.
Reaper’s jaw flexed once. Then twice. He looked at me because he knew I already had a file in my head. “How long?” he asked her.
