Glitched Fates & Stolen Mates

How to accidentally on purpose stalk and traumatise your soulmate:Hide behind wheelie bins like all proper predators do. Stare through his window until he spots you. Volunteer to teach him self-defence to protect him from his "stalker" (i.e., you). Try not to spontaneously combust when you touch him during training. Felix Someone's been watching me for months. As Killigrew Street's tech expert, I've hacked into enough systems to know we've made serious enemies-particularly since discovering Greywatch, a military unit exploiting supernatural soldiers. When I finally spot my stalker outside my flat, Kit-my brooding, cardigan-wearing older colleague-swoops in to investigate. There's always been weird tension between us: strange looks, wordless tea deliveries. But when he offers self-defence lessons, I'm not complaining. Even if his proximity makes my hands shake for entirely different reasons. My stalker better watch out, because Kit's teaching me exactly how to handle creeps like them. Kit I am the worst person alive. Two years I've been pining for Felix-my brilliant, beautiful mate who doesn't even know what he is to me. Two years of watching him from afar, following him home, lurking outside his flat like some kind of sick freak. Now he's noticed. He thinks some faceless enemy is hunting him. He's petrified. And it's all my fault. The mature thing would be to confess everything and quit Killigrew Street. Instead, I've convinced myself that teaching him self-defence will help. Because, apparently, my capacity for self-sabotage knows no bounds. I should tell him the truth. I should walk away. I should definitely stop stealing his hoodies. But with enemies from my shady military past circling, and Felix in real danger, walking away isn't an option. Even if staying means risking my heart.