The Admirer Who Fought Off My Stalker Was An Even Worse Hot !exclusive!

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice a low, rich baritone that vibrated straight down my spine.

Mark laughed. It was a nervous, high-pitched laugh. Then Caleb took one step forward. Mark let go of my elbow. He backed away. He left.

My heart hammered against my ribs. "Yes, thank you. Wait... how do you know my name?" the admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot

Real safety is not a man who can break someone’s face. Real safety is the absence of men who need to break faces at all.

He cuts off your friends under the guise of "keeping you safe." "Are you alright

That is a kind of hot you never have to run from.

: Features an obsessed hero who helps the female lead out without her knowing. Key Characteristics Then Caleb took one step forward

"I’ve been keeping a much better eye on you," he murmured, his face inches from mine. "I know your routines. I know you like your tea with two cubes of sugar, not honey. I know you hide your spare key inside the fake rock by the hydrangeas—though you really shouldn't, it's far too predictable."

The admirer who fought off my stalker wasn't a hero. He was a predator who didn't want to share his prey. Sometimes, the person who pulls you out of the fire is only doing it because they want to be the one to watch you burn.