Page 32 of Bewitching Her Monsters
It’s his only mode of communication left since I’ve finally blocked him on my phone and social media.
My first instinct is to delete the damned thing without opening it. But with my strange interactions lately, the sensation that I have a stalker, and my nightmare episode—which I haven’t had since Rob was around—I open it up instead.
It reads simply: “You should be more careful who you go on dates with.”
Yeah, no shit. Like you, for one.
Then my second reaction is to freak the fuck out.
Has he been watching me? Or did he just happen to see me walking with Maxum? He doesn’t live that far away, so maybe it’s just a coincidence?
Perhaps someone from the neighborhood ratted me out and relayed what they saw?
No matter how he found out, he has no right to email me and tell me who I can and can’t go out with. It gives me creeper sicko vibes. But unfortunately, he didn’t do enough that the police would take an interest in my complaint. He’s smart enough to never document any of his actual threats outright. This could be seen as ‘friendly’ advice.
Cursing. I’m pissed that I have nothing on him. He’s been extremely careful to never get caught doing anything to me in public or in front of our friends.
I soon realized our friends were truly his when we broke up. All of them sided with him when we split. He painted me as the neglectful girlfriend who only cared about her career. Well, someone had to care about my career.
Staring at the sentence on the screen, I cycle through all the emotions, finally landing on wariness. He’s watching. He’s still invested in me—feels he owns me.
If I hadn’t already shuttered all the windows, I would have done so now.
I hate how unsafe I’ve felt over the last day, ever since… Maxum’s date.
Too bad my dream man from the closet hadn’t been real. The actual guy is likely a jerk, just like Maxum. But at least I’d have someone’s hand to hold and assure me that I’m not crazy for being worried.
I’ve been through worse. I can face this alone too. Whateverthisis.
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NO GO
MAXUM
Since Jade stormed off from the restaurant, I’ve been incapable of getting the feisty, curvy seductress out of my mind.
I offended her. I truly upset her about her writing.
From my mind-reading affinity, on the surface of her thoughts, I picked up that she really didn’t understand my snarky insinuations about her spying for the witches and their nefarious plans to eliminate our kind.
She might actually be oblivious to everything.
So what the hell is Arran still doing snuggling up in her house? Has he found something I didn’t? Is he falling for her wicked yet sweet smile and her dirty mind?
Andwhowas watching us?
I was so preoccupied with her anger that I couldn’t pinpoint the source.
For some blasted reason, I hate that she is pissed at me. Which isn’t like me. I usually revel in pissing people off.
It’s a professional-grade hobby. After hundreds of years, one does get bored with the day-to-day, even with a war or two thrown in for shits and giggles…
I certainly wasn’t bored yesterday.
She intrigues me with her protectiveness over Arran’s wolf, then she draws me in with her passion for her career. Her ability to stand up to my gruff and her naughty mind sealed the deal.
I’ve been casing her house throughout the night and most of today.
