Page 130 of Trick or Stalk

I step inside, kneeling beside him.

He stills. “Presley.”

The way my name sounds on his tongue makes me shiver.

It’s low. Dark. Decadent.

My eyes meet his.

He’s staring at me intently. “You okay?”

No. But not for the reasons you think.

I nod.

“You don’t have to be in here.”

I give him a small smile. “I know.”

We silently gather the spilled contents and put them in the box.

He stands with the box in his arms like it weighs nothing.

He nods to the door. “You go first.”

I rush through it, my heart beating faster than it should be.

Adrenaline.

Fear.

Him.

He follows behind me and shuts the door. “That always stick?”

I nod. “Margaret says it’s worse when it’s humid.”

He raises his brows. “When’s she gonna get it fixed?”

“Um... not sure.”

He nods. “I’ll fix it.”

“What?”

“The door.”

“You don't have to⁠—”

“I know.”

I don’t protest.

Instead, I glance at it, then spin around, heading for the front.

Hades’s boots thud behind me as he follows.

I grab my keys. My elbow hits a stack of reserved books, and a couple of them fall on the floor. The sound makes me jump.