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“Congratulations, Spencer. You figured it out.”

Mona shook out her hair, pacing toward Spencer, a lioness stalking her prey.

Something sharp pressed to Spencer’s neck, but it was only a nail. Fingertips ghosted across her jaw. Her cell phone hung heavy in her pocket, arms limp at her sides. She should kick, scream, call for help, but Spencer was enraptured by her stalker, finally unmasked.

Mona pushed aside her hair, breath cinnamon-hot over Spencer’s collarbone. Spencer moved, holding Mona’s wrists between them.

“I don’t understand, I don’t—”

“I know everything about you,” Mona said. “You think I don’t know this?”