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And Nora notices everything.
Including me.
“You keep doing that,” she says suddenly.
I lean against the counter. “Doing what?”
“Watching the windows.”
Because I am.
Every few minutes.
Every sound outside.
Every shift in the woods.
The stalker went quiet after the storm rolled in, which means one of two things.
He left.
Or he’s waiting.
I don’t like either option.
“You ready?” I ask instead.
“For?”
“Town.”
Her brows lift immediately. “You’re letting me leave the mountain?”
“I need supplies.”
“And you don’t trust me here alone.”
“No.”
The honesty catches her off guard for half a second.
Then she recovers. “Wow. You almost sounded emotionally available there.”
“Don’t ruin it.”
She laughs softly into her coffee mug.
And Christ, that sound’s becoming a problem.
An hour later, Devil’s Peak looks exactly like I expected.
Everyone staring.
The second Nora walks into The Devil’s Diner beside me, conversations stop cold.
Forks pause halfway to mouths.
Coffee mugs freeze.
