Ruthless obsession

My heart was still hammering from my encounter with

t people are hiding. And I

spect me. He knew

a slap. The city buzzed around me-cars honking, distant chatter, neon lights flickerin

d myself. But the second I tapped the s

: Get out whil

ll ran dow

e watching me? Following me? My instincts scre

myself to take slo

uld be

oyalty before someone even worked a full day in his co

in... what i

ftly toward the subway station, my heels clicking against the pav

d me and exhaled heavily. My place was nothing special-just a tiny one-bedroom with pe

in. The message was still there. No follow-ups.

sent

as supposed to know why I wa

I should have deleted th

I did somet

xted

ho is

ed. Then min

Maybe it really was just a game. Maybe Dami

why did my instincts tell

first day working under Damien Wolfe. If tonight was any indication, I

e wors

e I wanted t