Blind Obsession

In the sweltering dark of the warehouse, they saw a victim. Michael Blake saw a tool—a cook, a servant, a body to replace the one he broke. He thinks he’s the predator, obsessed with ghosts and driven by a past that smells of Apricot Port, just like mine. He doesn’t realize that while I was treating his wounds and sharing his bed, I was counting his sins. I watched him kill Andrea, the girl who bullied me in another life, and I didn't blink. I am not the girl who needs saving; I am the undercover shadow he invited into his home. He’s playing a game of possession, but I’m playing a game of extinction. By the time he realizes I’m the one pulling the trigger, it’ll be too late for us both.