All Chapters of His Enemy, His Obsession: Chapter 11

RONOnly Zlliot Lukeson could make me bleed and leave me wanting more.Pain rings in my head like a goddamn cathedral bell, and I have that forensic-accountant-turned-wraith to thank for it. It takes me longer than I want to admit to get up off the wet pavement of the Little Italy alley. That headbutt was borderline fatal.I sit up with a groan, running fingers over my scalp to assess the damage. It feels like my fucking skull has been cracked open and then pricked by thousands of tiny, razor-sharp needles. Zli had no idea what he was doing and how dangerous it was to hit me in the head like that. He doesn't know about the chronic migraines that have plagued me since childhood—the physical manifestation of my mother’s suffocating shadow. But his ignorance doesn't make the strike any less deadly.He’s long gone. Nowhere in sight. As soon as I collapsed, he smartly took it as his cue to get the hell out of here. It doesn't take a genius to tell how worn down he was toward the end, thoug