Chapter Thirteen
It’s on the next Thursday night that I hear it—the tumble of a pebble on cement.
Someone’s following me in the darkness, the streetlamps busted long ago. It’s a strange feeling to wish to be mugged. To long for a faceless villain in a city full of them.
Anyone but Jonathan Scott.
I’m halfway between the diner and home. I weigh the options between one breath and the next. The diner is more public, more lighted, more known. But the apartment has a lock.
Footsteps echo mine, and I know he’s getting closer.
I move faster over the broken sidewalk, keeping my head low as if I’m in a storm. It rained earlier that night, but it had cleared up. There’s no storm except inside my mind.
Don’t fight them. It only makes it worse.
A shiver takes my whole body, despite the muggy n
