Personal Journal Entry
May 1
He hides his intentions so well. He’s like a chameleon. But
I know him. The need is gnawing through his chest, consuming him like a fire. She has no idea he’s right beside her, toying with her like a cat with a baby bird. He was right there in the same room when she met with Maurice, and the Governor called. He’s right in front of her face, and she can’t see him for what he is. Maybe she just finds him a nuisance. She doesn’t see his power and his rage. She ignores his power. That only makes it worse. It incenses him.
I thought he could wait. I can’t fight him anymore. I thought the last girl had appeased him, but she hadn’t. It’s all he can think about. Killing her is all he can think about.
And she’s all I can think about. I’m trying to protect her, but
