He’s always been there. Watching. Waiting. And now, he’s done waiting. I feel him before I see him—shadowed eyes in the dark, a presence I can’t shake. For weeks, I’ve sensed it. The weight of a stare. A whisper of danger in the night air. I told myself it was paranoia. I told myself I was imagining things. I was wrong. He’s here now. Close enough to touch. Close enough to take. "You’re coming with me," he says, leaving me no choice. No escape. I should fight. Scream. Run. But there’s nowhere to go. And the way he looks at me—like I already belong to him—terrifies me ...

He’s the man I was never supposed to want. And now… he’s my professor. Easton Koch was my childhood obsession—the older man I couldn’t stop watching, couldn’t stop needing. Back then, I was just a bright-eyed kid with a hopeless crush. Now I’m grown. And he’s standing at the front of my lecture hall. Same sharp jaw. Same cold, calculating eyes. Only now, when he looks at me? There’s nothing innocent about it. He warns me to keep my distance. He says I don’t know what I’m doing. But I know exactly what I want. And it’s him. Every stolen glance, every brush of skin, ...

He warned me once. If I ever came back, he’d make sure I never left again. I should’ve listened. Zain Finley was my first love. My biggest mistake. The boy who turned obsession into a religion and made sure I’d never forget the way he broke me. Now I’m back in Magnolia Hills, and he’s waiting—like a shadow that never left. Watching. Hunting. Haunting. He doesn’t ask why I came home. He doesn’t care. He only wants one thing. Me. And this time, he’s not giving me the chance to run. Not without reminding me exactly who I belong to. I tell myself I hate him. That I’m ...

One, two, I'm coming for you. She's my obsession. Three, four, kneel on the floor. I want to possess her in every way. Five, six, I'm up to my old tricks. She knows me as The Portland Serial K!ll3r. Seven, eight, lay in wait. Little does she know I'm watching her. Nine, ten, never to be seen again. Welcome to your worst nightmare, Little Lamb. Who am I? Let me introduce myself. I'm Death. And I have found my Queen.

I see dead people, and not just the men I murdered. I'm in danger of being committed because I can’t tell what’s real from my hallucinations. Everyone thinks I’m crazy when the serial killer I jilted starts haunting my house. He assassinates any man who shows me interest, leaving their body parts under my pillow. During the day, his gaslighting destroys my peace of mind. But at night, he invades my nightmares and makes me crave the depravity.