Savage Stalkers (Masked Men #9)

Zay

Perched precariously on top of the shelf like some kind of predator, I watch Skye through the gap between the books. She’s got her head buried in her studies, completely oblivious to how we’ve cleared out every other student from the library.

My purple glow mask sits beside me, and the anticipation pulses through my veins like a drug. Stalking someone has never appealed to me the way it does to Silas—I’m more of a direct-approach kind of guy. Yet watching her, knowing what’s ahead, has my heart racing in a way I did not expect.

I shift slightly, and the shelf creaks just enough to test whether she’ll look up. She doesn’t, far too focused on whatever she’s studying to notice.