Ava
Of course, I didn’t sleep a wink that night.
Rather, I paced back and forth in my living room all night, my mind racing with the information Patrick had shared. The soft ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to mock me as the hours crawled by.
Throughout the night, every creak in the house had me scurrying over to the basement door to check and make sure that my prisoner wasn’t trying to escape. Every rustle of wind or a small animal in the bushes beneath my window had me running around the house like a madwoman, my fangs dropped and claws extended, ready to attack.
I felt like I was going insane. I needed to sleep, but I couldn’t; not with such an immense weight on my shoulders.
What should I do? Could I trust Patrick? Was this all some elaborate trap, and I was
