It was as her cousins went through turmoil and made connections; Rayne could no longer deny the obvious. Someone was following her. Watching her. Ready to shoot whoever for doing such, Rayne was on edge after work. Leaving the bookstore with a wave bye to the elderly owner, Ms. Geneveive giggled girlishly and waved bye saying a cute, “Ta ta bon-bon. Go be cute, young, and single. Go into the city and find a handsome man to tear apart with all beauty.”
Giggling at the fabulous woman, Rayne said goodnight and was walking down the street when she felt it. The presence lurking, creeping closer.
Whirling around, she had them shocked and against a wall and as she was ready to rip their throats out, the shaky voice saying, “R-Rayne?” made her realize the unaware human threat, and put on a fak
