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What the fuck?

I didn’t add this song to my playlist.

This doesn’t make any sense.Did someone fuck with my playlist?Playlists glitch… right?

God, I’m panicking over literally nothing.

No one’s coming in here to stalk me, change out my towel, and mess with my playlist. I’m not that important. I’m overtired, overworked, and probably need a drink—maybe I should find some random stranger in a pub, give him a fake name, have a good time for myself, and get this out of my fucking system.

Wear the blonde.

I have to get ready. But when I stumble to the closet and sift through everything, my blonde wig is gone. I yank open a drawer with my props and nestled there in front of me are small boxes of white and pink. I stare.

Are those…pregnancy testsnext to my pink opal?

What the actual fuck?

Now I’m wide awake, glaring into the closet.

Someone was here.

Last night, I convinced myself I imagined it. But I know.

I donotlose disguises.

I do not put my clothes in the drawerlike that.

Oh, you bold little fucker. You want to play with me? You have no idea who you’re fucking around with.

I do not run from shadows. I fuck them up and bury what’s left.

I turn and face the room as if my phantom stalker can see and hear me. I give the room the middle finger.

"I am going to find out who you are, and when I do, I’m not going to just kill you. I’m going to erase your entire existence from this planet and make an art project out of your bones. Sofuck you.”

Of course there’s no response.

I glance at the window, my instincts humming. Really, the irony is rich.

I’mnot the one who vanished this time.

Someone has found me. And they’re making damn sure I know it.

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Chapter3

MATVEI

She’s catching on.But not fast enough. She’s not scared enough.

Not yet.

Good girl.

Right where she belongs. In my sights. Under my control.

I look forward to when she is, but for now, I’m enjoying keeping her off-balance.