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I stared into the man’s dark eyes, and while part of my brain screamed that Cobee needed help, the rest of me could only focus on the many questions now buzzing like angry bees in my head.
The man wouldn’t put the shovel down. Why the hell wouldn’t he put the shovel down?
Who in God’s name was he?
And what fucking right did he have to upend goddamnmonthsof my life just because he had a wayward hard-on?
So.
Many.
Questions.
This piece of shit wasn’t going anywhere until I’d beaten the answers out of him.
“…ten, yeah? Stay calm and count to—”
Resolutely I shoved my phone into my jeans pocket, hoping against hope my stalker hadn’t heard Luke’s voice streaming out of it. The last thing I needed him to do now was rabbit out of there and vanish once more. No, I didn’t need that. What I did need was his name. Then I needed to get closer. And then…
I needed to gethim.
Count…
Wait.
What was it Luke had said?
Count to…
Cobee.
Oh God, Cobee needed help. And I was just standing there, forgetting his existence. How could I do that? What was wrong with me? I had to do…
Something.
“Um.” I closed my eyes for just a moment and shook my head, trying to silence Luke’s voice and the confusion turning my brain to mush. I needed to focus, damn it, and what I needed to focus on was the bastard who stood before me now. I needed to get him. Just fucking get him and put a stop to his campaign of terror once and for all. “You called me Miss Eden. You know my name, but I don’t know yours. Who are you?”
“Leo. Well, Leopold, but that’s a stupid name.” He shuffled his feet, almost bashful. Never in my life have I wanted to kneecap a person more. “Everyone calls me Leo.”
“Leopold is a powerful name, not stupid. It comes from Old German, and it meansbrave people.” I took another step toward him, moving until there was only poor Cobee’s prone body separating us. God, was he even still alive? A terrible fluttering thing that might have been panic surged inside, but before it got a foothold, another wave of rage hit me, and I found myself focusing on the shovel in my stalker’s hands. With the length of that shovel and those thick arms of his, I was so close that one swing of that shovel would end me. I didn’t care. I just needed to get my hands on this fucker…
Count to ten, Eden.
I blinked hard as Luke’s words blared without warning through the waves of fury buffeting me. Those words… they were supposed to help me.
To do what?
To not be angry, I thought, breathing hard.. Luke didn’t want me to be angry. But for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why.
Cobee.
Oh God, Cobee. I kept forgetting about him. He needed an ambulance. I needed to—
Then Leopold shifted back an inch or two, and my vision narrowed until he was all I could see.
Nothing else in the universe mattered.
Motherfucker.
