The Prey

A restless heart was the prisoner of secrets untold. And so was mine.

I paced around the room with my heart thrumming like the fluttering wings of a trapped bird. Judas had left, but this agitation in my chest lingered, pulsing with an urgency I couldn't shake. I clutched the cardigan around me feeling the weight but not its warmth.

Something was wrong—I could feel it crawling up my spine, sinking its claws into my skin, and whispering into my thoughts. Shit.

What did he mean by those words? Why did he say them?

‘And if you betray me, if you ever think you can take what is...