Page 167 of Trick or Stalk

A very good thing.

Normal people don't want masked men lurking outside their homes.

Normal people call the police.

Normal people definitely don't stand at their kitchen window for the third time in twenty minutes, staring at the tree line.

I step away from the window.

“I'm just checking the weather. Looks like it may storm later.”

Penny looks up from her bed.

“Don't judge me.”

Her head drops back onto her paws.

I look outside again.

Nothing.

Relief settles through me.

Followed by the same stupid disappointment I felt at the festival.

“Oh, for fuck's sake. This is ridiculous.”

I drop onto the couch, folding my arms over my chest.

“I probably expect to see him because Halloween is in three days.”

My gaze moves to the flames crackling in the fireplace.

The even bigger question is why I felt safe with him.

The man stalked me.

He stood outside my bedroom window. After being on my front porch.

I don’t know a damn thing about him.

Yet, when Caleb frightened me and I crashed into the masked man in the alley, he became the person I asked to stay.

How fucking disturbing is that?

Even worse, a pang of disloyalty slams through me when a pair of smoky eyes fill my mind.

Hades.

He made me feel safe, too.

What the hell is wrong with me that I’m attracted to Hades while thinking about another man who is literally stalking me?

Jesus.

I pinch the bridge of my nose.

I need therapy.