A stalker

Juss’s Pov

Someone was trying to hurt me. As much as I wanted to blame it on the pregnancy hormones or my regular paranoia. I couldn’t shake the feeling off.

Something was off, I could tell, I didn’t know what it was, but I knew something was off. And as a mother, my first instinct would always be to protect my child.

I knew I could get dramatic, and a little jumpy as well. It was a naturally well-known characteristic of someone who was used to hiding and never being seen but it had seemed as if the time I had spent in his sight and the bump was doing something to me and making me more keen on my surroundings than usual.

For example, I knew someone was following me a week ago, and I could sense that whatever feelings they held towards me wasn't exactly friendly. I had tried to brush it off at first.

No one could have any angry or vengeful feelings against me and the only other person who had potentially any reasons to want to follow me around was Eggust, but somehow,