22 Hayden

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Hayden

The last thing I expected to wake up to on the day me and Zara were supposed to leave for Almas Peninsula were the pictures of us together. I don’t mean the happy I*******m filtered pictures that couples take. No, the pictures were from the evening Zara had bruised her knees and I had taken her in my lap, hugging her.

I clenched my jaw, looking at the few different angles from the exit of the parking lot. That meant that it could be the person who had pushed her. I wasn’t sure.

Why would someone take our pictures like this? Did Zara have stalkers?

Setting up the phone with my laptop, I tried to trace the unknown number but as I had imagined, I couldn’t find the correct IP address as its location kept changing within every ten seconds. These people were good.

The message alert popped on my phone. It said,

Stay away from the Princess.

I frowned at the text for a second as the entire text and pictures vanished from my phone. Clearing evidence already. What the hell were they