Chapter 34

"In life, we weep at the thought of death. In death, perhaps we weep at the thought of life." – Marilyn Monroe

JORDAN POV

I did not know what I was expecting. But that?

That was off the records, totally off the charts.

Black eyes connected with mine, and softness trickled into the stance, replacing hard hatred. Her gaze melted unto mine, as though she was telling me something through bated lashes. Unsaid words flickered between us. An invisible string tugged at me, and tingles darted down my back. My eyes fell on the mutilated body and a pool of blood beneath the chair. It has not even been a full month yet, but she had already unalived two people. Two lost souls and lives stolen from their hands.

My heart tried to claw its way out of my throat, and I bolted.

I jumped into the elevator without a back glance, then clamped a restraining hand on my mouth. My stomach churned with the unease, bile spreading through my chest and rising like a tide. My eyes blurred and a loud gag threatened