Page 63 of Tempest’s Torment

Tempest changes lanes and so does the SUV. My stomach tightens. Tempest takes the next left, then a right, and then circles an entire block before joining the main road again. The SUV stays with us for two more turns and then it keeps going.

Tempest watches it disappear in the mirror before letting out a slow breath.

"What was that?" I ask quietly.

"I don't know."

"But you thought they were following us."

"I thought it was worth finding out."

I look at him. "You don't think it was nothing."

His grip tightens on the steering wheel for a fraction of a second. "I don't know what it was."

I don't believe him, but I let it go, for now.

We don't speak again until we're back inside my apartment. The deadbolt clicks into place behind us and Tempest checks the hallway camera before slipping his phone back into his pocket.

I watch him, and when he’s finished, I ask the question I’ve been dying to since the car journey. "The SUV."

He looks at me. "What about it?"

"You don't think it was a coincidence."

He's quiet for a second. "No."

My stomach tightens. "What aren't you telling me?"

He studies me for a long moment and then he exhales. "Rogue found something this morning. He found a storage unit."

I frown. "What storage unit?"

"Rented under the Matthew Cole name."

My heart sinks.

"He'd been using it," Tempest tells me.

"For what?"

"Maps and photographs."

I feel the blood drain from my face. "What kind of photographs?"

“Everything about you, where you go, what you do, everything.”

"My route to work?" I ask and he nods. "The florist?" My voice is getting shriller with every word I say. Tempest just gives me another nod. "The coffee shop?"

"Yeah."

I grip the back of the chair. "My apartment?" His silence is all the answer I need. I stare at the floor. "He knew where I lived."

"He did."

"He knew where I worked."

"Yeah."