Where Violets Bloom: A Stalker Romance

Van

This is the only way I can make sure she's safe. And she has to be safe.

My feet are quieter than a whisper as they trudge along the asphalt. She doesn't look at me until we're nearly toe-to-toe, because she walks her with her beautiful head tipped down.

That's something I'm going to change.

I grab her quickly, so fast that she doesn't even have the chance to make a sound. I've got her cuffed and gagged in just moments, and in the back seat of my SUV just as quick.

It's true how it's always ...