Killer
The forest was alive with the whispers of the wind, rustling the leaves in a quiet, rhythmic dance. The moon hung high above, casting long shadows across the landscape, but he was one with the darkness. A predator. A ghost in the night.
From the cover of the dense foliage, he watched the safe house, or rather, the impenetrable fortress they thought would keep her safe from him. They were wrong.
A smirk tugged at his lips beneath the hood that concealed his face, its deep shadows swallowing all but the sharp line of his chin. He didn’t need to see her to know she was there. He could hear her. Every soft murmur, the gentle cadence of her breath, the quiet rustling of fabric as she shifted her weight. Each sound painted a picture in his mind, a vivid image of her nestled inside that
