Silent Killer: A Dark Female Spy Romance
This was about something else, something deeper, something darker.
“I watched you, Sabrina. I watched you from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he continued, stepping closer again, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of my jaw, his touch almost tender despite the madness in his eyes. “I wanted you. No… I needed you. And I knew from the start that you’d be mine.”
I felt a chill race down my spine as his words sunk in, the weight of them pressing down on me.
The truth of his obsession, the depth of it—it terrified me, but there was something else, something sickeningly intoxicating about it too.
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