Dominicus
The moonlight filters through the thin curtains, casting an ethereal glow over her sleeping form. I stand in the corner of the small loft, shrouded in shadows, my eyes never leaving her. The floorboards creak beneath my weight as I shift, and I freeze, my muscles tensing. But she doesn't stir. She's too deep in her fitful sleep to notice my presence.
I've been here every night since she moved into this pathetic excuse for a living space. Watching. Waiting. Seething.
The memory of her attempted escape still burns in my mind. The audacity of it. The sheer foolishness. Did she really think she could outrun me? Outwit me? The thought alone is enough to make my blood boil, to awaken the beast within me that craves destruction.
I had watched her pack her meager belongings at the motel, her movements frantic and desperate. I had followed her to this place, this diner, and observed as she and the older human woman cleared out this dusty loft. At the time, my anger had been all-consu
