Zeldric
I stop in front of Jenkins's bedroom door with a huge box in my hands.
I haven’t seen her since the incident this morning, at least not in person, as I’ve spent the whole day watching her through the security cameras. She intrigues me.
After I threatened her, she didn’t just face me; by her attitude, it’s like I gave her a shot of energy and positivity. If I thought she was strange before, now I’m sure something isn’t right in her head, and I love it because it’s not like I’m very sane either. I suppose that between lunatics, we understand each other.
I take a deep breath and wonder if I’m doing the right thing. I need to make sure she doesn’t open her mouth and tell my men my weakness, but I also feel the need to apologize for the way I treated her, and that’s strange for me.
