I killed the engine and dove into the water, not worrying about the dangers lurking beneath the surface. “Sani!” He did not stir, and I feared he might be dead.
Read MoreSani led us back into the city, and once we were in the French Quarter, I lost myself. I began walking in random directions, feeling a pull I could not explain, even if I remembered it later. I knew vaguely that Sani was with me and engaged in idle chatter, but my focus was on completing my task and serving my master.
Read MoreI sighed and leaned back against the wall. I slid down until my bottom met the ground and pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. With my head pressed in between my knees, I allowed a single tear to leave my eye.
Read MoreWould I still do it even if I didn’t have this primal urge to kill? Yeah, probably because I enjoy it. The satisfaction of deciding the fate of someone’s life in my own hands is exhilarating. But it’s not even close to the extent when I go into my rage.
Read MoreI found myself wanting him, this strange, dark man, but I was also afraid of him, of what he could be. If he ended up being an agent of Estran, I would be dead by morning.
Read MoreHe shook his head, turning his back to me. “You can’t do this. Please don’t do this, Sani. I don’t want to see you go down this path,” Alo pleaded. I could hear the sadness and hurt in his voice, but it was something I knew deep down I needed to do. Turning to the darkness felt good. It felt right.
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