Zade
Forty-eight hours have passed since I stood in Sapphire Kellan's office, and now I find myself standing at the front door of her small redbrick bungalow. I haven’t slept in two days.
I knew it would be hard. I just never imagined it’d be physically impossible to do it. Everything was ready. Clean-up crew in place. All the street cameras disabled. And I was about as useful as an unloaded gun. I couldn’t hurt her. Yet I really can’t afford to let her live.
Father’s cryptic words now echo with newfound clarity. Self-awareness is indeed a virtue.
It was a mistake seeing her. Talking to her. She’s beautiful no doubt, even more so in person. But I’ve seen hundreds of beautiful women. It’s not just the way she looks, it’s the way I react to her. She opens her sexy, sassy mouth and I get
