Novels by Lilah Morgan

Clues: The search beginsCHAPTER FIFTY-SIXDevon's POVAs soon as we left the police station, my head was already spinning with possibilities. It had taken everything in me not to storm out of that station and begin my own investigation, especially with the way the police were dragging their feet, figuring this and that out, having legal procedures and ya da ya da... For the moment, I had had to stay back for Stacey and Mrs. Lennox as well. Mr. Lennox, Alexa's dad had just arrived from another state, and now that the cost was clear, I couldn't waste any more time. Harry picked me up, and he drove away as soon as I was in the car. "What happened?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the road. Although I had briefly filled him on the phone earlier, I told him the other information that I had previously held back. He listened quietly but I could tell he was concerned and fuming on the inside as well. His hands tightened briefly on the steering wheel before he loosened them again. "Whew,

Calm before the stormCHAPTER FIFTY-FIVEDevon’s POVThe call came in like a crack of thunder.Stacey was sobbing. Sobbing so hard and I could barely make out a word she was saying.“She’s gone… D-Devon, Alexa..s-something happened! Her house, it's-it's...h-her living room’s a mess.Oh my God, Devo. T-there's blood. They found actual blood. P-please just come!”That was all I needed to hear.I dropped the phone. My hands were already shaking as I grabbed my keys and bolted out the door. I didn’t even lock it. I didn’t care. Every part of me was on fire with one word pulsing in my skull:Alexa.I don’t even remember the drive. Just the silence ringing in my ears and the cold panic clawing at my chest like a beast. When I reached her house, I nearly tore the door off its hinges.The living room was chaos.Cushions were flung across the floor. A shattered lamp lay in the corner. A broken picture frame was still bleeding glass across the rug. Something dark stained the edge of the table, s

KidnappedCHAPTER FIFTY FOURAlexa’s POVThis morning was supposed to be normal, but I guess after finding out that I was being stalked, I should have known it wouldn't be normal for a while. The sun barely filtered through the blinds, casting slanted golden streaks across my bedroom floor. My hair was tied in a bun, and I had finished putting on my perfume. I was halfway through tying my apron, my workbag slung over one shoulder, phone in hand, when the doorbell rang.At first, I ignored it. No one ever came by this early. Ever. But then it rang again. And again. Fast. Panicked. As if the person wouldn't stop ringing until I opened the door. I froze.My heart gave a nervous lurch. Ever since the creepy messages had started, the photos, the address, the whispers that someone was watching me, I hadn’t been able to sleep properly. Even the most harmless sounds turned ominous. I didn't even feel safe in my own home.My senses were always on edge, wired for danger. I moved cautiously t

Something fishyCHAPTER FIFTY THREEDevon’s POVMy girl was not okay, and I can tell that she was hiding something. I felt it, and I knew it. One moment she was okay, happy if I might say, and all of a sudden, her mood shifted. She smiled, she laughed, she kissed me like nothing had changed—but it had. Something dark had sunk its teeth into her, and no matter how much she tried to cover it up, I could feel it.he flinched when her phone vibrated. She scanned the street twice before crossing. And when I reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear today, she jumped. Not a lot. Just enough to make my gut twist.I happened to notice that she had developed the habit of looking over her shoulder, like she was looking for someone. She looked like she was afraid. She was scared. But not of me. Of something else.And whatever it was, she had yet to tell me. I wouldn't push her. Not yet. At first, I tried to let it go. Maybe she was just stressed, overwhelmed with everything that had been h

StalkerCHAPTER FIFTY-TWOAlexa’s POVIt had been a tiring day, and there was a lot I had learned from Evelyn today. For the first time ever, I had experimented with hair day, and although messy, there was so much I had learned. I, however was preparing for closing time, and with broom in hand, I swept away the tidbits of hair in the shop. As soon as I put away the broom away, I heard a ping from my phone. I picked it up from the pocket on my apron. A frown creased my brow. Not again.This was the old number that I had believed I had blocked. But somehow, they always managed to contact me. I had received yet another message, the conversation starting like this stranger and I were casual and close friends.“Cute outfit today. Green suits you. :)”I paused, frozen mid-step in the back room of the salon. My thumb hovered over the screen, heart skipping a beat. I hadn’t posted anything on social media today, not a single story, not even a picture. Yet whoever it was… they knew what I

Past Regrets CHAPTER FIFTY ONE-pt2Alexa’s POVThe ride back from Devon’s house was quiet.Not the uncomfortable kind, no. It was the kind of quiet that sat heavy in your chest, curling up like a small ache you weren’t sure how to soothe.Devon’s hand never left mine. His thumb brushed softly across the back of my palm, over and over, like he was reminding himself I was still there. I didn’t say anything. I knew pushing too hard now would only close him off, and I didn’t want to lose that little bit of vulnerability he’d offered this morning.He pulled the car into the overlook just outside town, the one with the wooden bench and the view of the hills that went on forever. We used to come here at the start of summer, racing ice cream drips and laughing about nothing.It was the same place he had provided comfort for me, and maybe it was my turn now. I stole a glance at him. Now, he just sat in silence, engine cut, eyes fixed on the distance like it might give him answers he hadn’t b