RAFAEL

Smart? I’ll give her that. Brave? Maybe. But no one dares to cross me, and she, of all people, should know that. And yet, what did she choose to do? She ran. Fucking slipped away like running was ever going to save her.

There’s no redemption. No forgiveness. That word isn’t in my dictionary. No shadow under the sky is going to hide her forever. I’m not stopping, not after seven years. Not after I’ve found her.

She dares to flee, dares to run to the human world, thinking it’ll protect her? This is my zone. My fucking world.

And I’ve had only one job these past years, watching...