Kendrick
I had my eyes locked on the laptop screen, the cursor blinking, taunting me to type something coherent. But the truth was, I couldn’t focus.
The article I was supposed to finish had become an afterthought, a faint whisper buried beneath the roaring chaos in my mind. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, pretending to work, yet the words wouldn’t come.
Kimberly had just stepped out of the shower.
The sound of water had ceased a few minutes ago, but its presence lingered in the air, moist, warm, and suffocating.
I told myself not to look. I told myself I was busy, the blood lord mustn’t care about distractions or dripping bodies. But my resolve was crumbling by the second.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass pane of the living room
