Jackson’s POV
Knowing someone’s life is in your hands is unexpectedly thrilling. The looks of fear and distress that fill Aurora’s face send a shiver of anticipation through me. It’s strong and addicting, this feeling. It flows through my veins, giving me a boost of adrenaline and sending sparks of life into me.
I take a deep breath, savoring the sensation.
Is this why people become adrenaline junkies? It almost feels like the first time I went on a hunt and caught my prey. That feeling of satisfaction and power makes me wonder why I haven’t done something this risky before. How many different situations could I cook up to prolong this feeling?
Would I always need to put someone else in danger or could I change the conditions of the situation?
I look back out the window at my prey,
