Chapter One hundred and Twelve

There are days when the urge to hurt, to kill, was too strong to be denied. Days when the thin cloak of sanity threatened to slip at the least provocation, revealing the monster inside. It grew when fools kept getting on my nerve. Today was one of those days. Trying to avoid any bloodshed, I finalized everything, rapidly rushing back to her. Before then, I had Zack arrange everything for where I was taking her. Hopefully, everything would go well.

It didn't take long for me to have her with me. We were in the car on the way to the airport. She was sitting pressed against my side, her slim arms wrapped around me and her face buried in the crook of my neck.

Cradling her with one arm, I stroked her dark hair, delighting in its silky texture. It was long now, reaching all the way down to her narrow waist. She hadn't cut her hair in twelve months. Not since I kidnapped her for the first time.