Page 184 of Trick or Stalk

Silence.

“You blocked the doors.”

Nothing.

My brain catches up.

He could’ve grabbed me downstairs.

But he didn’t.

He could’ve stopped me before I reached the stairs.

He didn't.

Instead, he slowly followed.

My eyes narrow. “You wanted me to run.”

His head tilts.

“Oh my God.” I point at him. “You did.”

Nothing.

“You sick bastard.”

His shoulders move.

My mouth falls open. “Are you laughing at me?”

They shake a little harder.

“You are!”

A distorted sound comes through the device beneath the mask. Not quite a laugh, but close enough.

“You're an asshole.”

He takes one step toward me.

My anger disappears.

Shit. Not a good idea to call a hulking masked man names.

Heat replaces it as he gets closer.

I hate it.

I hate it even more when I realize I'm not moving.

He takes another step.

My pulse races, just like before. Except now I know fear isn't the only thing causing it.

He stops in front of me, close enough that I have to tip my head back.

Close enough that I catch something beneath the autumn air clinging to his clothes.