I drift off, wondering if it’s really a bad thing to be in the arms of a killer.
Even if I already know the answer.
Today, I’m still confused about everything I saw on the computer system last night. The way he cared for me and touched me with such a haunting delicacy… it has me reeling.
Sounds from the kitchen alert me that he’s still here. He decided not to leave me alone after yesterday.
I grin.
Even with how I gave him hell, he hadn’t laid a hand on me in anger, which is a stark contrast to the killer I know him to be.
He never expressly said he was the Oakland Nightstalker, but he didn’t deny it, either.
The knowledge that he’d been on that road to lure someone to their death that night still has me in a chokehold.
His obsession with me started with a hit and run, one I’m wondering if fate had a hand in.
Walking into the kitchen, I can feel how tangled my hair is. I sleep like a fish out of water, so I braid it. But he doesn’t seem too fond of my braid.
Brushing it is going to be so fun.
“Morning,” my stalker says.
I grunt, walking toward the counter where he’s preparing something.
“Your coffee is made right here.” He turns, handing me a mug.
It’s the perfect shade, and I narrow my gaze at him. “It’s annoying how much you know me.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. It just is.”
“Mm. Well, you’ll have to get over that. I made you some breakfast. It’s in the microwave.”
“How’d you know to have my coffee ready?”
“You make this whimpering sound when you wake. I heard you and started your cup. I know you’re not a morning person.”
I digress, I hate that he knows me so much because it’s clouding my judgment. It’s hard to hate him for everything he’s done when he’s glaringly perfect, and it’s because he has an edge.He’s been watching me for two years, studying my every move. So, of course, he’s good at taking care of me.
“What’s on the agenda today?”
“We discuss the rules of the house.”
“Don’t escape?” I ask.
“Too late for that, don’t you think?”
“I didn’t get far.”
“You got further than I thought you would.”
Pride fills me.
“I also thought you’d want to take a ride later. If not, that’s fine too. There’s plenty I can get done around here.”
“A ride would be nice.” Even if it’s so that I can secretly get a lay of the land to orient myself for my next escape attempt, because there will be another.
