Page 292 of Trick or Stalk

She rubs both hands over her face. “How far?”

“Not far.”

“Hades.”

“About a twenty-minute walk depending on which route you take.”

Her hands drop. “You were twenty minutes away?”

“Yes.”

“For weeks?”

“Yes.”

She stares at me like she's reconsidering every decision she's made since meeting me.

“Wilder lives there too?”

“Yes.”

She looks toward the window. Then back at me.

“If I go there, you're telling me everything.”

“Yes.”

“No deciding something isn't relevant.”

“I won’t.”

“No protecting me.”

“No. You’ll hear it.”

“No deciding I don't need to know.”

“I’ll tell you all the fucking horrific details. I won’t leave anything out.”

Her eyes narrow. “No fucking loopholes.”

That one nearly makes me smile. “No loopholes.”

She watches me for several seconds. Then she reaches for her purse.

My heart starts beating harder. “Follow me.”

She stares at me a moment, then nods. “I’m following you.” Her lips twitch. “This time.”

I stare at her.

Jesus fucking Christ. This woman gets me all fired up.

“Okay.”

She stands. I do too.

She looks at me. “I haven't forgiven you.”