Page 3 of A Witchy Spell Ride

The woman says nothing more, just stands. The reading is over.

We walk home under a bruised purple sky, the air heavy with heat and warning.

Briar keeps glancing at me. “You, okay?”

“No.”

“That was… intense.”

“She said someone’s watching me,” I murmur.

My friend stops walking. “Selene.”

I don’t look at her.

“You think it’s true?”

I nod once.

She grabs my hand. “You need to tell Reaper.”

“I can’t.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because he’ll overreact. He’ll go nuclear. I’ll be locked inside the clubhouse with a guard at my door and half the club riding around like it’s DEFCON one.”

“Maybe that’s what you need.”

“I need space to figure this out.”

She frowns. “You’re scared.”

I don’t answer.

She tightens her grip. “Selene. What’s going on?”

“I keep finding things,” I whisper. “Weird things. A charm left on my doorstep. A photo from five years ago with my face scratched out. A mark carved under my porch.”

“Oh my god.”

“And now this psychic”

“She knew.”

“I know.”My voice cracks.

She is quiet for a long beat, “Do you think it’s someone in the club?”

I meet her eyes. “I think… I don’t know what I think.”

But deep down, I was starting to fear the truth.

The person watching me wasn’t some outsider.

They were already close.

Maybe closer than I could handle.