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Prologue

She’d never had a chance. He’d waited weeks for this moment, planning everything down to the last detail. This night had to be perfect. She’d teased him for months and now he was finally claiming the promises she’d given him with her eyes. She wanted him, he had no doubts about that. Her sin was that she’d made him want her. He hadn’t wanted to lust after such a slut, but she had waved her firm little ass in his face and made sure he saw her perky boobs through the tight skimpy shirts she wore. He was, after all, only a man. He hated her for making his cock hard whenever she walked by, smiling at him as if she knew what she was doing. Fuck her.

He’d tried to catch her by surprise. Her helplessness would make him superior to her, as if he finally had control over the lust she incited in him. He had planned to drive to a remote spot where any screams she made would be swallowed up by the darkness and go unheard. Where he’d be free to make her pay for the sin of his lust. It was just taking him longer than he’d planned to catch her, but he had no doubts that he would.

He was getting closer. She couldn’t afford to look back and find out how close,

she had to keep going. Her hand covered her abdomen protectively for a moment as she ran. Her baby’s life was at stake. There was no way she was going to let that monster kill her. Gasping in air, her lungs burning, she ran on, pushing her body harder than she’d ever run before, making her legs tremble from the strain.

“Jayne…” The taunting voice behind her was closer than she’d expected and not breathless like she was. She choked back a small shriek of terror and pushed her aching legs harder.

“He had to die Jayne, he knew too much.”

She choked back a sob at the monster’s words. She’d tried to forget that someone she loved so much was dead. To forget the sight of his body cold and still in her living room, blood pooled around his head, while that predator stood over him. She’d been lucky to get out of there alive.

“We can talk about this. Jayne.” He was beginning to sound pissed off. “I won’t hurt you.”

Liar.

There was no way he would let her live, she knew too much. In the distance she could hear a siren and wondered if it was because they’d found the body in her apartment. Will they think I’ve killed him?

“Jayne?”

His voice sounded more distant now. Somehow he’d lost her trail.

Thank God. Jayne ran. She wanted as much distance as possible between them before she stopped. Finally, her legs gave out and she collapsed. Shaking, she crawled under the branches of a nearby tree, sitting with her back to the trunk.

Her best friend was dead. Dropping her head to her chest, the tears she’d been holding back ran down her cheeks. She couldn’t stop kicking herself for not being able to save him.

Leaning back against the trunk, Jayne rubbed the heels of her hand into her eyes to wipe away the tears. Why hadn’t he fought back? It didn’t make sense. Taking her hands away from her eyes she opened them to see someone staring at her. Her heart missed a beat and the blood rushed through to her ears.