Lorelei
The night air feels cool against my skin as I slip into the taxi, satisfaction warming my chest at the memory of Zayden's humiliated face.
I can still hear the splatter of ice cream hitting his perfectly styled hair and see the horror in his eyes as his identity was exposed.
As the city lights blur past my window, a troubling thought crosses my mind.
How did Zayden find me so precisely?
I was only out shopping for essentials, yet he appeared exactly where I was, as if guided by some unseen force.
Suspicion prickles at the back of my neck.
I pull out my phone and input a special code.
The screen immediately flashes a red exclamation mark, confirming my worst fears: spyware.
"That bastard," I mutter under my breath, cold anger flooding my veins.
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