“I watch everything she does. How she tenses when someone is near her. The way she clenches her hands into fists and how her breathing changes. How her lips part like she wants to scream out the world’s truth. She’s scared to fucking exist though. It’s killing her.” Church looked to Stitches who grinned. “Stalker,” I muttered, shaking my head at his words. “I prefer predator, but whatever.” Church shot me a wicked smile. Fucking crazy bastard.
