The Wedding invitation

He got to his feet when he felt her motionless beneath him, leaned down, he stroked the side of her neck, checking to see if she was still breathing and sighing when she was.

He moved to the wall, pulled his hair back from his face, and turned on the light while glancing at her form on the bed. He squinted. She wasn't Maya, no. Even yet, she didn't resemble Maya.

He got into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water beating down on his body soothing his tired muscles.

His eyes were still open despite the rushing water, and his fist packed a handful of his hair.

Red eyes gleamed in the dark bathroom.

He could hear the men talking just outside the door, waiting for his command, but all that came to his mind was... "Maya," he muttered in the water.

He knew it was happening again, just as Derinem had warned. He couldn't stop his obsession. The obsession he wanted an escape from

The water dripped from his hair down to his body as he grabbed a towel, burying his face and hair