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Now the entire scene is relived in my mind like a flashback. This is uncomfortable, I didn’t know how to answer him. Either to tell him the truth or lie, or ignore the question. Now my face is turning red and I look like a fool. This is crazy. “Hey, are you okay? How can I be of help? Do you want to say something? It's fine. Breathe.” “I --- saw – “ My voice is shaking. It's my first time saying it out loud, and this time, it's a stranger I am talking to,

And Clint, with his intense green eyes, was calling me his mate. It's impossible. It has to be. Yet deep down, in a place I've always tried to ignore, something resonates with their words. Like a string being plucked, vibrating with recognition. My phone buzzes incessantly—Laura, probably wondering how my "date" went. I ignore it, unable to form words to explain what just happened. How do you tell your best friend that three strangers just informed you that you're not human? A soft knock at my door makes me jerk upright.

Stormy immediately growled inside our shared mind. The vampire laughed softly. “He still hates me.” “Stormy knows you?” I asked. The stranger’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Oh, very much.” I turned inward immediately. “Stormy.” Silence. “Stormy.” More silence. Then finally..: “I plead the fifth.” “You don’t even know what that means.” “Correct.” I closed my eyes. Moon Goddess help me. The vampire looked entirely too entertained by our conversation. Fuck can he hear what going on in my head. But how?

I just didn't know how to start a conversation about your purpose on this planet. What? You know the one where you help me and your cousin make nieces and nephews for you. Whatever you are on, I have to make sure I stay far away from that drug... before I hit send, an idea came to me so I added: Also, we are going with plan A. "Wow, he must be special if you're texting him so much!" Whitney commented, and I heard the annoyance in her voice. How dare I ignore the great Whitney while she spoke?

“I’m only talking to you. It’s not like I am some sort of sorcerer who knows some magic and kills you.” Glancing over my shoulder, the stranger leaned back and put both of his hands in his pockets. No gun. Not any hint of gunpowder. Good. Still. If this bastard will do something which I would not approve of, I will make sure he will regret it for the rest of his life. "I don't entertain strangers," I answered back. "You are breaking your words, lady. You're entertaining me. You make me laugh." "It's because you're talking to me!" I exclaimed, restraining my voice.

A sigh of frustration escaped my lips. The blank screen suddenly displayed a new text notification. "Talk to you tomorrow," he typed. The message made me smile slightly as I gazed at it. The text message came across as straightforward yet it delivered a sense of his presence and assured me of our ongoing connection. Despite the abrupt conclusion of our call being disappointing I felt satisfied because the remaining warmth from our shared moment together and the expectation of tomorrow made it worthwhile.

I turned around to face the stranger; he's looking at me, good. I stared at him intensely, never breaking eye contact, and very subtly, blinked at him, giving him a clear message to come over. I turned back around and waited, counting down in my head: "5, 4, 3, 2, 1..." NOTHING. Shocked, I turned to face him and the mystery man I flirted with seemed to be having a deep conversation with the guy next to him. Did this guy really just blow me off to have a boring conversation with another man?

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

Tell me what you’d do. The reply came faster than I expected. My heart raced as I read it. The response I got from the stranger was familiar. I bit my lip and typed back, legs already spreading again. This stranger online had no idea how badly I needed this. Or how dangerous it was about to get. The chat kept going late into the night. Each message made me wetter. Each fantasy pulled me deeper. I didn’t know his name. He didn’t know mine. But something about the way he described choking me and calling me a good girl felt like coming home.

“You think money makes you our equal?” “No,” I said. “But it keeps me out of your reach.” *** Once home, I pulled up my DMs and opened the anonymous user’s account. Guest 9271. No name, no videos, no profile picture… just a ghost. I opened up the chat and sent him a message. Me: Thank you. I don’t know who you are, but I’ll repay you. GUEST_9271: No repayment. Me: I can’t accept this from a stranger.