Savage Stalkers (Masked Men #9)

Skye

My eyes flutter open as a light breeze brushes against my face. I blink, still half asleep, and sit up abruptly. My bedroom window is wide open, the white curtains pulled aside. But I know I didn’t open that window.

A chill runs down my spine—I always keep my windows locked at night. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, my bare feet touching the hardwood floor. That’s when I see it—a folded paper sits on my bedside table, propped against my alarm clock. My hand trembles as I reach for it and unfold it.

You looked so perfect lying here. Almost too perfect to touch… almost.