D A M O N
Blake still hasn't made a move, and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't on the edge. The waiting was getting to me. The not knowing when or where he would strike. It was gnawing feeling in my gut.
I was in my office, going over the patrol schedules again when I felt a familiar presence. I looked up to see Kiara standing in the doorway. She was watching me, a concerned look on her face.
"You're going to wear a hole in the floor with all that pacing," she said, a small smile on her lips.
"I can't help it," I said. "I feel like I'm missing something. Like there's a piece of the puzzle I'm not seeing."
"Maybe you're just overthinking it," She said, walking into the room. "He's a monster, not a genius. Maybe he's just biding his time."
"Or maybe he's planning something big,
