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I couldn’t move. Couldn’t run. My feet were betraying me. So I closed my eyes and screamed.
The door to my bedroom burst open.
“Bailey!” I heard Poe shout.
Strong arms wrapped around me, and I shrank down onto the floor. “Bailey, open your eyes. It’s me, Saint. It’s okay.”
I looked up and saw his beautiful hazel eyes and burst into tears.
Grim paced my room, throwing open the closets and peeking underneath every piece of furniture. “What happened? Did someone break in? Who’s put the fear of the mother fucking devil in you?”
“Easy,” Saint growled at him. “Bailey, are you okay?”
I shook my head, my face now a sniveling mess of snot and tears. “I-I don’t know who he was. He was in the bed. I thought… I thought it was one of you.”
Poe’s face paled. “What did he look like, Bailey?”
Grim snickered. “Are you serious? She was obviously having a nightmare or something. There’s no one else in this house but us.”
Anger welled in my chest. I jumped to my feet and before I knew what I was doing, I slapped him across the face. “Fuck you, Grim. How dare you. I know what I saw. He was here in this room.”
Grim grabbed me by the throat and pinned me against the wall. “There’s only one way in this room, Bailey. There’s no way a man could have gotten out without us seeing him.”
I glared back at him. “Unless he’s like you.”
“Let her go right fucking now, Grim,” Poe snarled.
My heart raced as Grim, and I stared each other down. “Not until she accepts the fact that she’s sleep deprived and might be imagining things.”
“Fuck you,” I whispered again.
Poe grabbed the hand that Grim had wrapped around my throat. “She’s not. Let her go.”
Grim squeezed my neck tighter before letting out a frustrated grunt and releasing me. “What the fuck are you going on about, Poe?”
Poe sank down onto the bed. “I’ve seen him too… I know who he is.”
Saint’s nostrils flared as he towered over him. “And you are just telling us now? Who is stalking our little fox in our home?” he asked through gritted teeth.
Poe’s face was damp with a fresh sheen of sweat. “Raine Wickford. Daisy’s husband… She killed him too. He’s like us.”
Grim clenched his fists and stood over Poe like he wanted to punch him. “And what the fuck does he want?”
I whimpered. “I think he wants me.”
The three of them turned to look at me as if they just remembered I was in the room.
“Did he touch you?” Saint asked, his chest heaving.
I nodded. “I thought it was one of you…”
Grim charged toward me and pushed me back against the wall. He raised his hand to my throat again but stopped. “Fuck this.”
“Grim,” I pleaded.
“No,” he called back as he stormed out.
Saint glared at Poe. “Everyone needs to take a moment. But you better tell us everything you fucking know later.” He followed after Grim and didn’t even look at me.
