Chapter 27

He got to his feet when he felt her motionless beneath him, leaned over, stroked the side of her neck, checking to see if she was still breathing, and sighed when she was.

He moved to the wall, pulled his hair back from his face, and turned on the light while glancing at her form on the bed. He squinted. She wasn't Maya, no. Even yet, she didn't resemble Maya.

He promptly started the shower in the bathroom, allowing the water to envelop his entire body, bringing relief to his weary muscles.

His eyes were still open despite the rushing water, and his fist packed a handful of his hair—red eyes gleamed in the dark bathroom. He could hear the men talking outside the door, waiting for his command, but all that came to mind was... "Maya," he muttered in the water.

He knew it was happening again, just as Derinem had warned. He couldn't stop his obsession. The obsession he wanted an escape from

The water dripped from his hair down to his body as he grabbed a towel, bu