Page 203 of Trick or Stalk

I've enjoyed every fucking second of being both men.

The one who frightens her.

And the one she trusts.

I've watched her try to reconcile wanting one while developing feelings for the other.

I've deliberately made it harder.

Because I'm selfish.

I'm fucked up.

But having one part of her stopped being enough almost as soon as I got it.

Eventually, she’ll put the pieces together.

And when she does⁠—

My jaw tightens.

She might hate me.

I fucking despise that thought.

Penny lifts her head, watching me from Presley's legs.

“What?” I whisper.

Her ears twitch.

“I know I’ve done something bad.”

I look back at Presley.

I need to fix this.

Although there probably isn't a permanent solution short of telling her the truth.

I'm not ready to do that.

I'm definitely not ready to find out what happens afterward.

But I can give her something stronger than suspicion.

Proof.

Proof that Hades and the man in the mask cannot possibly be the same person.

I just need another man’s help.

One who's roughly my height.

One I trust.

One who already knows exactly what I've been doing.

My mouth curves.