There was something about the way she let her dress fall to the ground without a care, knowing someone was possibly watching her.
It stirred something inside me.
Anger, maybe.
Hatred, most likely.
I have watched many targets, studied and learned their lives to the point of knowing them better than anyone else, many of them female as well, but no one, none of them, I watched like this.
Because this wasn’t just a first.
This was… more.
And it is both frustrating and mind numbing.
I could have taken her now. Alone like this in the most secluded part of the fortress where she is the farthest from her father. She had no guards and there were no sentries patrolling this area. No one could stop me. I could drag her to where I was, hiding behind the waterfalls, and take her. It is so ea
