The alarms never even had a chance to go off. Klaus stepped out of his heavily guarded mansion deep in the woods—an isolated place no one else was supposed to know existed—and found a small, neatly wrapped gift box sitting right in front of the gates. Inside was a single severed toe. He already knew it was her. He just knew. This had happened more than once. Anytime he talked to a woman, anytime a woman talked to him, or even if he so much as looked at another woman, the same thing always followed. Months ago he had discovered she had been stalking him and quietly learned where she lived. Now he drove straight to the quiet neighborhood at the edge of town, parked in front of her little house, and pounded on the front door. No answer, but he knew she was inside. He went around to the backyard, forced the door, and walked in to find her sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter, smiling at him like nothing was wrong.