Page 264 of Trick or Stalk

What else did he see me doing?

My stomach twists. “Fuck.”

I let go.

This is going to make me insane.

I carry Penny into the living room and stop. I stare at the cushion where Hades slept with me on his chest last night. I felt so damn safe in his arms.

My throat tightens.

He knew I'd spent days frightened by someone outside my windows. He knew I checked the locks because of him. He knew someone was stalking me.

And then he sat right there while I relaxed for the first time in days.

Because I trusted him.

My eyes fill with tears. “You fucking asshole.”

Penny squirms.

I set her down before I accidentally squeeze the poor dog to death.

She immediately jumps onto the couch and plops right down on the cushion he slept on.

I turn away and head into the kitchen.

I stare at the coffee mug he used that’s still in the sink. Then at the counter where he leaned this morning, looking completely comfortable in my kitchen.

Like he belonged here.

The thought scared me at first, but it went away.

Because it was Hades.

My gaze shifts toward the hallway. A cold sensation crawls down my spine. I wonder how many times he’s been inside my house without my knowledge.

My mind whirls back to the dream I had the other morning when I imagined someone was inside my bedroom.

Was that only a dream?

My breathing changes.

How would he get inside? I locked the doors.

Suddenly, I hear my grandmother’s voice inside my head.

Remember to push on the back door after you shut and lock it. It doesn’t always latch on the first try.

With steel in my spine, I cross the kitchen and grab the knob. It’s locked.

But then I feel cold air against my hand.

I pull on the knob.

It opens right up.

Fuck.