Rekindled Sparks

Chapter 1-3

Pulling his hood down further with a sharp tug to ensure his face was shielded from anyone who happened to catch a glimpse of him, Blaze watched through the open c***k of the curtains as Maya Jarrett assessed the patient with ease. Her every movement was measured with no energy lost through needless motions, something no doubt learnt from her long hours in surgery.

The indoor lighting caused the sweat on her skin to glisten as she pushed down on the man's chest, her ponytail cascaded over her shoulders, nestling upon her bare skin, brushing against her cleavage in a way that made his fingers, and parts of him he didn't dare acknowledge, ache with the need to touch her. A seductress, that was what she was. Every rise of her chest, each flick of her hair, called to him while the fierce passion in her eyes made him shudder.

She was not a person to back down or to be overwhelmed by odds stacked against her, in work anyway. He had seen the way her boyfriend treated her; the only thing that man hadn't done was literally wipe his feet on her as he took advantage of her generosity. In work, she was a force to be reckoned with. In her personal life, however, she lost that confidence. The only time he saw it emerge again was when she and Carley went dancing.

He knew he shouldn't be watching her so closely, being seen could jeopardise everything, but she was his addiction and flirting with a danger she could not possibly understand. He felt the charge chase across his flesh as the man's heart began to beat. Another name for his list, another person brought back from the dead. He had hoped after his first warning—after he started the pyres—she would have understood, that she would have stopped playing god.

He made a note on his device before slipping away into the shadows. She had an alibi; for the next half an hour, she would be completing assessments and investigations to determine if Fredrick McArther could remain home or required a trip to the hospital for a follow-up. Which meant now was the perfect time to act.

Slinking away, he started his bike, his device already tracking his next target. He had plenty of time to neutralise her and send a warning. Something a little more direct. He had killed thirteen people in her name so far. He had started subtly, but she wasn't learning her lesson. He had needed to go bigger, get recognised, and even with his deeds reaching the news, still she hadn't realised what he was doing for her. It was about time Maya Jarrett realised that she was the reason this was happening.