Possessive Lover

as through the salt-streaked window

in the shadows, half in the light-at the edge of the dunes

istance, her body reacted to him like he

ething far more dangerous. The sun was setting behind him, casting his figure in a

hat he was doing to her, he turn

ed slowly and

stock her fridge, and convince herself that she could start over. Away from the noise. Away

.That man had

ut, locking out the fading light and the memory of those piercing eyes. But even behind

the spines of books she hadn't yet read, glancing ner

unter, breaking the silence. She g

ter: "How's the new pl

d wasn't on the words. Instead, it circled ba

oft knock cam

fr

caught in

t expecti

re. No

moved toward the door and

kne

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whispering thr

d the doo

she calle

le

d note slid u

pick it up, fi

the paper,

's coming, Kennedy. The

ood ra

enly felt far more dangero

jacket pocket. The chill in the air no longer felt like just the o

s. No sign of anyone. But the message was clear: Damon W

t did he want from

ank. A local trying to scare off a newcomer. But deep

Kennedy decided

e in town that might hold some clues-the small, dusty bookstore near the pier. It wa

ky door, the smell of old paper

, looking up from behind the c

Trying to. But... have yo

man. Keeps to himself mostly, but everyone around h

ened. "Do you know wh

u'll find it down by the cliffs after sunset. But b

g down on her. Whatever Damon Wolfe was, whatever

't sure if s

that she was being watched. Every creak of the old house, ever

om her bedroom window, her eyes str

th

e knew-he w

zed again. An

number. Ju

oo

e word echoed in her

s far away as possible. But something held her in p

away from the window. But th

lammed agai

door, hand hoveri

oth, slid through th

nne

fr

t v

was

n Wo

ipped into the porch light, revealing

ea, but beneath that chill was

he said quietly.

n he wa

is presence-and a single tru

orne was about t

gripped the doorframe, trying to steady her racing heart. But just as

it wasn't

s a p

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g on th

ust sec

ood ra

nd, scanning

o

teps in

that haunting v

pped up, from a number

y. But I've been watching too.

lone than ever, Kennedy sank to

se was in

olfe wasn't the only