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I looked up from his arm.
“That wasn’t the agreement.”
“You haven’t told me anything yet, so there is no agreement.”
I wiped away the excess ink and considered abandoning the subject. Stitch had already spent the morning worrying about me, and telling him there might be a stranger following me would only give him another problem he could not solve by glaring at it.
The necklace rested beneath my shirt. My phone sat on the counter, holding messages from a man whose face I had never seen. I could still feel the relief that had moved through me when I found the pendant that morning, even after realizing he had entered the locked shop to leave it.
I was not telling Stitch that part.
I was not telling him about the texts either.
If he knew someone had found my number, slipped throug
