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Rhea Reid Carson POV:
What the hell was that? What did I do to deserve this treatment from Shadow-or should I say, my stalker? I haven't been able to sleep for the past three fucking days. It's exhausting, but I can't sleep. I never know when my stalker or Shadow will come back for me.
Maybe next time, he'll enter my room while I'm asleep. I can't trust him... but that idea isn't entirely bad. The thought of being torn apart by my stalker...
"Rhea, FOCUS!" my subconscious snapped at me like a snarky life coach who just quit caffeine. Honestly, who has time to focus when you're being stalked by a mysterious figure who may or may not enjoy sneaking into your room for... I don't know, creepy game nights?
Maybe next time he'll show up with snacks. Maybe a cheese platter. Who can say? I can't trust him, but hey, at least the drama keeps things interesting. Sleep is overrated, right?
My phone buzzed, sending a jolt of vibrations through my entire body. Instinctively, I picked it up, fully expecting it to be my stalker-slash-shadow with one of his cryptic messages. But nope, it was none other than... Mommy.
MOMMY: Rhea baby, don't forget you have to go to your aunt's anniversary, remember? Get yourself some new clothes, jewelry, and send me pics! Bye, princess 💖.
How could I possibly remember I'm being stalked while shopping? Please, shopping is my second-favorite thing after fast cars. If I had to get chased down, I might as well look fabulous doing it, right?
So, of course, I had to go. Priorities! If my stalker wants to trail me through the mall, at least I'll be rocking some killer heels and a new outfit. Maybe he'll even appreciate my taste in jewelry. You never know-could be a fashionista in disguise.
My phone buzzed again, and this time, I just knew it had to be him-his message. I could practically hear the ominous soundtrack playing in the background. I braced myself for something cryptic, like, "I'm closer than you think." But nope, wrong again.
Instead, it was Mishti Raichand, my cousin sister. Aunt Ruby's daughter. My little baby, even though we're the same age... but ugh, she's taller than me by like an inch. That's one of life's cruel jokes-being emotionally older but vertically challenged.
