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Wilder is going to fucking hate this.

I reach down and gently move a strand of hair from Presley's cheek.

She sighs in her sleep.

My fingers linger.

Tomorrow, I'll ask her to the festival.

A real date.

No mask. No windows between us. No stolen moments.

Just Presley and me.

And if everything goes according to plan, by the end of the night she'll know one thing with absolute certainty: Hades isn't the man who's been stalking her.

I smile.

Even if I have to chase the masked man through Hollow Creek to prove it.

CHAPTER 29

Presley

It has been insanely busy all morning in the bookstore.

I’m resupplying a popular author’s newest book on the shelves while we have a small lull. I finish and whirl around, the empty box in my hands, and nearly crash into someone.

No, not just someone.

Hades.

“Have you picked out my next book yet?”

He’s dressed in black jeans, a dark gray hoodie, and has the expression of a man who has absolutely no idea what the sight of him does to my nervous system.

My stomach performs an embarrassing little flip.

Traitor.

I glance over at the books I’ve just put on the shelf. “As a matter of fact, I have.”

I pull a copy out, holding it so he can see the roses and skulls on the cover.

His eyes drop to it. “Should I be concerned?”

“Probably.”

“Good.”

I snort.

Of course that's his response.

He takes the book from me. The second his fingers touch mine, a tingle runs through me. It’s like I was hit with a bolt of lightning.

He smirks, then looks down at the book, studying the cover before flipping it over to read the blurb.