The video message looped, .
You can't escape from me.
Chilledd blood.
I closed the laptop, gasping in brief, jagged intakes. How? How had he found me so soon? I had been so cautious, throwing away the phone I had used to call Jack, paying cash, laying low. And yet, James was close. Not in the body—yet—but he was closing in.
I clenched my fists. I would not let the fear paralyze me.
No. If James thought he could control me, I needed to make him realize he was mistaken.
He prospered in the background, manipulating, pulling the strings, and causing men to vanish into thin air. And that became his demise, as well. James had never been overtly exposed as what he was.
If only I could turn things around if only I could get him out in the open—where he couldn't manipulate the situation to h
