Chapter 40: The Angel You Can't Turn

The weight of my body is heavy as I drag myself up the stairs. Disappointment clogs my throat, disappointment at myself. I was doing so good. I thought I was over him.

I am over him. I'm not going to remain hung up on a killer that had used me for the rest of my life, am I?

Time, time. My body needs to recognize that it's mine now. I'll explain that to Willem this night. Or tomorrow, if he doesn't particularly want to speak with me tonight.

When I finally haul myself to the top stair and hunt out my keys, the feeling of being watched is back. My skin crawls, and the hair at the back of my neck stands on end.

Suddenly, my life depends on getting into my house as soon as possible, getting to my knives and calming my nerves. My hands fumble with the keys and lock, and by the time I manage to get into the flat, my heart is beating a frantic thrum in my chest.