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The creepy phone calls popped into my head. And my magically moving mug.
I shivered.
Colt returned, scowling at his cellphone.
“Is everything all right?” I asked.
“I just got a message from Reath. He’s on his way over.”
A sense of impending doom wound around me. “Why?”
“He has something.”
Colt started to pace.
A minute later, Reath walked in. I only saw him because I was facing the doorway. The man moved silently. He’d ditched his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. I was too nervous to process that the look really worked for him.
His dark gaze flicked to me before he looked back at Colt.
“Oh, God.” I pressed my hands to my stomach. “You know who it is. Did I narrowly avoid being murdered by a serial killer?”
Reath crossed his arms. “There was a doorbell camera on the neighboring house that caught a glimpse of him. Like you said, he was wearing a mask. We can’t get any facial recognition.”
“Okay,” I said slowly.
“We could tell that he’s about six feet tall, athletic build, white.”
Colt scowled. “That doesn’t narrow it down much.”
“I did a bit more digging.” Now Reath looked at me.
Reath Fury was very handsome, like hard-to-look-away handsome. He had beautiful, brown skin, along with short, black hair, and lips that gave a girl ideas.
But right now, he looked a little scary. There was this look in his eye…
“I want to talk about Scott Warner.”
My heart sank.
Colt straightened. “Who?”
“Her ex, who she reported to the police in San Francisco for controlling, stalking behavior.”
A thunderous look crossed Colt’s face. “The fuckhead who hit you?”
I swallowed. “Scott is my past, and I prefer not to talk about him.”
Reath and Colt just stared at me.
“You think this was Scott?” Dread solidified in my chest. “But he’s in San Francisco.”
“He was fired from his personal training job three weeks ago,” Reath said. “For harassing women.”
I twisted my hands together. “I’ve been gone for over six months. I only dated him for three months. Honestly, only the first few weeks were any good. I thought he was a nice, easy-going guy.”
“Until he showed his true colors.” Colt sounded like he was talking through barbed wire.
“Yes.” I pushed my hair back, feeling so tired. “He slowly turned controlling. He was always angry at everything I did, jealous. Nothing I did was right. He gaslit me constantly.” I sucked in a sharp breath.
