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I didn’t want to end up on a Netflix documentary as the victim of a serial killer.

The dresser moved in front of the door, just as a heavy weight hit it. I stared wide-eyed, listening as the door rattled again under another heavy blow.

Swiveling, I glanced at my windows. They had pretty bars on them that I’d liked when I’d moved in. They were safe. Secure.

Now I was trapped by them.

Help. I needed help.

I fumbled my phone, my hand shaking. I stabbed at the screen.

It rang. And rang.

“Come on,” I whispered.

“Macy?” Colt’s deep voice was the best thing I’d ever heard.

“Oh my God, Colt! He broke in!”

“What?” Colt barked. “Who?”

“I don’t know. A man just broke down my back door and chased me.” My voice broke. “I’m trapped in my bedroom. I got my dresser in front of the door.”

The bedroom door was hit by a heavy weight again. I heard wood crack.

I whimpered. “He’s trying to get in.”

Colt cursed. “Hold on, Macy. I’m coming.” I heard him yelling something to someone. “Hold on, baby, I’m coming.”

I gripped my phone. I already felt better knowing he was coming.

“Stay on the line, Macy.”

“Okay, Colt.” I heaved in a breath, and heard the roar of an engine across the line.

My bedroom door vibrated again. To my horror, I saw my dresser start to move an inch.

“Oh, God, Colt.” I dropped the phone and lunged for the dresser.

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COLT

“Macy! Macy!” As I sped toward Macy’s house, the line went dead.

I gripped the wheel and stomped on the accelerator.

If someone hurt her…

I wrenched the wheel and sped up. I had to reach her.

Reaching out, I stabbed at the dash.

“Colt?” Reath’s voice. “Everything all right?”

“No. Macy called, and someone broke into her place. The bastard’s trying to ram down her bedroom door.”

“Fuck. Address?”

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