Chapter 22

The Predator

I learned a thing or two today.

I didn’t like these events. Not the people. Not the loud voices. And definitely not that motherfucker.

And it was truly a strenuous task to not jump down the fucking stage, and slit his throat right then and there before cutting off his finger he was touching my little bird with. The rage boiled within me and I hated this new feeling.

It was concerning I wanted to already see blood when I just caused mayhem two hours ago.

Patience, I told myself. It would be so easy, so gratifying to end him now, but no. Not here. Not in front of all these eyes. There was a time and place for everything, and his time was coming. Soon.

"You’re glaring," I heard Kyle mutter, and I tore my gaze from the crowd where my little bird was. She thought she’d blend in with all these useless humans, and I wouldn’t notice her. I could see her in the back, trying to hide behind the mundane faces, but she stood out t