I think Im being haunted.
and its all that weird books fault.
Im a librarian.
I love books.
But the one I found in the depository? Yeah.
theres something off about that one-and not only because I had a hard time figuring out if I should shelve it under foreign, occult, fiction, or out of print selections.
I think.
I think its following me.
Does that sound crazy? It might.
With my anxiety ratcheting up to eleven after a recent rush of break-ins near my house, Im more on guard than usual.
But robbers usually steal stuff, right? They dont snatch library books and plant them in the librarians home.
And yet, somehow, thats where I find the book.
Thats not the only strange thing thats happening to me.
I get this feeling like Im being followed, but when I look behind me, all I see are shadows.
I swear I hear a voice calling to me, too.
Maybe I am going crazy, but when I finally discover that Im being haunted by a towering shadow monster with horns and a mournful gaze, I decide its not so bad.
Especially when he finally finds a way to let me know that Im his fated mate.
and hes mine.
