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with surprise and fear, then he proceeded to rolled down the window.

He stammered, “Is there a prob—”

For moments, I smiled down at him. So much so that nervousness skittered across his

features. “Yes, there is a problem. You. You can’t have her,” came out in nothing more than a

broken whisper. I simultaneously reached into the window and slit his throat before he could finish

the question forming in his mind.

His warm blood bathed my face and mouth. I reveled in the feel and taste of it. The man

feverishly grabbed his throat. He tried to stave off the flow of blood, but there was nothing he

could do. It would take less than a minute for him to bleed to death, but first…

I opened his car door then dragged him out by his shaggy blond hair. He slumped to the

ground as I stood over him. I used the tire iron to land blows onto every inch of his body. He

needed to suffer. I beat him until the voice in my head quieted. Then I beat him until the erratic

beat of my heart slowed.

Covered in his blood, I picked up his lifeless body and pushed it into his backseat. I got in

the driver seat, started his car then drove away. I smiled when the heavens opened up and rain fell.

It would cleanse away any evidence of him ever being there. I drove him to my favorite hiding spot.

The next day while Eve was in class I drove to her house and left a note in her mail box.

I was watching you. I love to see you dance. Leave the door open for me.

She couldn’t stay there anymore. Who knew who else knew where she lived? I couldn’t be

there all the time to protect her. I knew that note would scare any woman. Eve may have been a

conundrum, but she was no fool. She moved two days later. After that, her late-night dances

ceased, which was fine with me. I would be the only person she danced for in the future.

“Adam.”

My name on her lips brought me back to the present. At first, I thought I imagined it. I

remained frozen in place, waiting for her to called for me again. Seconds passed in silence. Only my

blood rushing in my ears could be heard. But just when I began to think I’d imagine it—

“Adam” she whispered again and shifted onto her back.

Lazily she trailed her right hand down her abdomen. Was this real or was my mind playing

tricks on me? Her legs spread apart. She traced the flesh of her right thigh with her finger tips then

groaned. I didn’t blink, disturbed by the thought of missing anything.