Chapter Thirteen
Oh, Paige, today was a gift. An unexpected delight. There you were, gliding through the aisles of the local shops, completely unaware of my presence. But I was there, oh so close, close enough to reach out and touch the silky strands of your hair as you bent down to examine a book. You didn't see me, but I was there, watching over you like always. It's agonising, this nearness without contact, but it's a torment I willingly endure for you.
I hovered just a few shelves away, my heart swelling with every graceful movement you made. The way you tucked your hair behind your ear, the soft curve of your cheek illuminated by the store's gentle lighting—it was almost too much for me to bear silently. But I did, because my time will come, Paige. Soon, I'll get to touch you, not just dream about it.
They think their Club will protect you, will keep you from me, but they are so wrong, Paige. Their members like to drink, to take things that make their lips move freely and I know what’s coming for you. I know what they’re planning. It’s disgusting, Paige, but it’s also my way in. The night when the barriers between us will dissolve, and I'll finally step out from the shadows. My heart races with the thought of that moment. Soon, Paige. Very soon, I'll no longer be a mere spectator in your life. The hunt is coming.