Besides, they killed him because of me.
I swallow.
I have to fix this.
But this sure puts a wrench in my plans to kill my next victim.
My fist balls from the way Foley’s gaze is fixated on me.
God, he’s so infuriatingly handsome when he’s laser-focused on finding his target, no matter the cost. It turns me on like nothing else, and I would jump his fucking bones if it weren’t for everyone around us watching.
And the fact that he doesn’t know I’m his stalker.
I hide my intentions behind a graceful smile.
He smiles back.
Game on.
Atreus
I throwmy keys on the table and grab a bottle of wine from the cupboard, then pour myself a glass before I sit down on the couch and stare out the window like an absolute crazed man.
The more information that comes out of that school, the more disgusted I become.
It truly is a pile of dung covered in a ribbon, and every one of them lying bastards is guilty.
And I can’t help but wonder if my stalker goes there too.
I take a sip.
Wouldn’t surprise me one bit with the amount of inside knowledge she proclaimed to have.
Who is she protecting?
My fingers clench around the glass tightly.
I can’t fucking believe one of my own officers is missing at the scene of the crime. Not one but two students were seen driving off in a hurry, yet not a single partygoer actually saw a license plate or a face. Nothing they could be identified with.
Goddammit.
For all I know, he could already be dead in a ditch somewhere.
Coldhearted killers.
I take another sip, but it won’t quench my thirst for vengeance. Not one bit.
The lights from downtown dazzle through my window, casting an ominous glare that reminds me of a dancing flame. A woman, slithering through my home, trapping me in her claws, enchanting me with those coy fingers and that delectable pussy she forced onto me.
With a roar, I cast the glass at the wall beside me, shattering it into tiny pieces, coating my floor in wine.
Just that one time.
One time, and she’s already gotten me entranced.
I must find her.
I simply have to, or I will die trying.
