There was no denying it.
His obsession for his wife had grown. He should have known that tracking her every movement over a two-year time span would f**k with his brain. He was already programmed from birth to become a hunting, killing machine. Following her across the globe, ferreting her out of each new hideout had been infuriating, yes, but if he were to admit the truth, it had also been a rush. The exhilaration of the hunt.
He'd known all along it would have to end in her death. He'd been raised from birth with the certain knowledge that some things must simply be. The truth of his existence was one of those things that could not be discovered by an innocent. He was a ghost, working in the shadows. Yet he could not end her. It was the first, and only, thing in his life that he had b
