The Prey

Just like he said, he took me to the doctor.

The private helicopter bustled beneath me like a cold reminder of the man sitting beside me. Judas’s presence was suffocating even when he wasn’t looking at me. He stared out the window and I hated how perfect sculpture of indifference his side profile was.

It didn’t take long to reach the city. My chest tightened. So many people. So much noise. Yet, I felt impossibly alone.

The skyline became hazy through the fog of my thoughts. This city had always been cold, but now its chill seeped into my bones in a way that had nothing to do...