After three hours of running I should be exhausted, but I am anything but, my body becoming acutely alive at the mere thought of killing.
Ridding the earth of yet another stain upon it might settle the rage I carry, if only for a few hours.
Chapter 16
Milo
She has left her dorm and is heading toward the parking lot.
How do I know?
Because I borrowed a page from Arlo’s book and had the feed from the front entrance of the dorm building routed directly to my phone, set to alert me every time motion is detected.
It is, admittedly, irritating as hell that I am notified whenever Ophelia, Adelaide, or that girl Piper so much as step outside, but sacrifices must be made.
Which means I know everything my girl does.
Well, almost everything.
Except when she is inside her dorm, a detail I intend to remedy soon, because I should not be left blind where she is concerned, and the thought of not having eyes on her at all times sits badly with me.
When she disappears behind those walls and I lose sight of her, my skin begins to itch, my temper coiling so tightly I am ready to kill someone simply to bleed the tension away.
I know she has been running for hours, because I followed her, and I had to use every shred of restraint I possess to stop myself, to keep from dragging her back before she managed to exhaust herself to death.
My chest kept doing this strange squeezing, my stomach dropping again and again, and when I finally google searched the symptoms the answer said it meantworry.
Which cannot possibly be true.
Because I don’t fucking worry about anyone, and worry would imply care, and care is not something that runs through my veins.
I have never had anyone to care for, and even if I had, how could I allow myself to, when care is a weakness, a liability, something your enemies can seize and use against you, and I would be damned before I ever allowed that to happen.
And yet.
It did.
When it comes to Octavia Bellanti, what lurks inside me is much more than obsession.
It is a need.
Liability or not, it doesn’t change the fact that she is mine.
She simply doesn’t know it yet.
And if my enemies come for her, I will make certain they are eradicated from the planet before they manage to take a single step in her direction.
After her run I assumed she would finally go to sleep, and I was already in bed myself when the notification came through, and it never once crossed my mind that it might be her.
But it was.
So I pulled on my clothes, shoved my feet into my shoes, and was out the door in record time.
It fucks me up that I don’t know where she is going, especially this far past midnight.
I need to know everything there is to know about her.
If I could open her mind, peel it apart and see every thought, every memory, every secret she keeps buried inside, I would do it.
