“f**k…” My throat was dry, my body hot. The heat came in a harsh wave. The image of Benjamin Russo shifted side to side and I blinked rapidly trying to get it to stop moving.
“Skylar? The sudden look of panic that covered his face came quickly and he took a few steps forward. I took a few back, stumbling harshly. My ass connected painfully with the ground and I cried out.
“Baby, please calm down.”
How could he be him!? This decorated, smart, strong man. He was my psycho. He was my stalker. There was no way I’d survive him, no way I’d ever escape. He was playing everyone.
I should have known. This was his hometown. He had said that he barely took half of the cases presented to him. It was all a show.
How did he know me? How did he find me? When, was the most important detail. Had h
