Chapter 46
Anonymous
From my spothidden outside the window, I watch him watching her sleep. If he bothered to look outside, if he were self-aware enough to take one second to scan his surroundings, he’d see me.
She weakens him. It’s disgusting. Astor is not the same man since she entered his life.
Anger spreads like heat over my chest.
I reach into my pocket to feel for the photograph, the snippet of hair. Next to it, I begin stroking the black wings of the dead bat.
My pressure increases, my strokes faster and faster as I watch him watch her.
Hatred, like a rolling simmer, bubbles inside me.
I dig my index finger into the bloody mush of the bat’s neck where I decapitated it earlier. I begin finger-fucking the puffy flesh while imagining jumping through the window and strangling them both.
I pull my hand out of my coat, stick my fingers into my mouth, and suck the blood.
“Soon.”
I spit a string of bloody mucus against the window.
“Soon.”