CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FIVE - The Return of an Old Foe

Deonna nodded, wanting desperately to believe him. But a small voice in the back of her mind whispered that it was already too late. The stalker had been so close today. Close enough to touch her if he'd wanted to. What if next time, there was no café to run to? What if next time, she wasn't fast enough? That night, as Logan slept fitfully beside her, Deonna lay awake, her eyes fixed on the shadows dancing across the ceiling. Every creak of the house, every rustle of leaves outside, sent her heart racing. She clutched a baseball bat she'd insisted on keeping by the bed, her knuckles white around the handle. Sleep, when it finally came, was filled with nightmares of shadowy figures and endless chases through dark alleys. The next few days passed in a blur of increased security measures and frayed nerves. True to his word, Logan had an army of technicians swarming the house, installing cameras, sensors, and a security system that would make Fort Knox jealous. But despite all the prec