The fear she felt now would only draw her closer, make her see that she needed me to protect her from whatever it was that haunted her.
Even if I was the one haunting her.
I stood still, waiting for her to notice me.
It didn't take long.
Her eyes flickered toward me, wide and startled, her body freezing in place.
She knew I was here for her.
I could see the fear in the way she gripped the key, her knuckles turning white.
But she didn't run.
Not yet.
I pushed off the lamppost and started walking across the street, my steps slow and deliberate.
Her eyes followed me, watching every move I made, her fear growing with each step I took.
"Good evening," I said as I reached the sidewalk in front of her shop, my voice low and calm.
She didn't say anything at first, just stared at me with those wide, uncertain eyes.
I liked the way she looked at me—like she didn't know if she should be afraid or curious.
That hesitation, that uncertainty—it made her even more interesting.
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Until You're Mine: A Dark Stalker Romance
RomanceGet ready for "Until You're Mine," the first book of the "Bound to Follow" series, a dark love story about a stalker obsessed with his target. Mariana, a sweet bookshop owner in busy Mexico City, catches the eye of Amir, a dangerous mobster. Amir fo...
