You wait at the bus stop, unaware of the storm building. My chest tightens—the night I found you, I found him too. He stands across the street, lips curling, tongue dragging slow over his teeth as his eyes rake over you. “Stay close,” I murmur, stepping in front of you. My jaw clenches, voice low. “He won’t take you. Not now, not ever. You’re mine.”
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