To Die For

He could almost smell her.

Vanilla. Musk. Strong, yet feminine.

It was the perfect scent for a woman as strong and beautiful as she was. She had always been strong; he could still clearly remember seeing her for the first time, cursing at a man who had lingered over her and her friend. She was a feisty one, and he had loved it – loved the way the fire in her eyes burned brighter that the midday sun, loved the way her breath hitched whenever she was caught off guard, and he especially loved her passion. She was as fiery as her red hair, and it was that which reminded him of her when he had first come across the unique scent.

Hard, yet soft. Cold, yet blazing.

He knew she still used the perfume he had given to her all those years ago. He knew. The thought both thrilled him and excited him; he could feel himself strain against the zipper of his jeans.

He watched from his place in the sand behind a large rock formation, the sound of waves crashing against the shoreline pulling him from his thoughts of long ago. It was quite a distance from her room. She had stayed in one of the cottages that were found along the beach and had one full glass wall facing the ocean. She had chosen that cottage because of him; he was sure of it. She had to have known that he would be watching, had to have known from the moment she had taken off her clothes in front of the glass wall last night that he was seeing her strip. Teasing him.

Tempting him.

The memory of seeing her perfect naked body made his blood rush downward, his member pushing against the zipper of his jeans so hard that the thought of jerking off right then and there had crossed his mind. Alas, he was not some animal. He was a proper man who would wait all morning in the heat of the sun just to have a glimpse of the woman who had invaded his mind all those years ago.

He didn’t have to wait much longer.

The cottage door opened, and there she was. Beautiful. Confident. Sensual.

He took in her whole form. She was dressed for exercise, and he knew exactly where she would go next. He had watched her for the past two days since she had arrived in the resort, and he knew her schedule, her jogging paths, and her evening walks on the beach. He knew everything about her.

And soon enough, she would remember him. Not what he did – but him.

Ten years.

He’d been gone for ten long years, and she had grown more beautiful. She had changed her name, but she hadn’t changed her face – a face like a goddess that had mesmerized him, made him willing to do anything to make her smile.

Even murder.

He watched her stretch before starting the run. Soon enough, she would pass by him. She’d pretend to not see him, like she always did. It was clockwork.

But this time – this special day – she would not ignore him. She would remember him. Excitement ran through his veins.

He watched her high ponytail swing with each step until she disappeared around the corner. A smile crept to his face.

Then he picked up the body bag at his feet.

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This prologue is the start of it all -- from the killer’s point of view. Stay tuned for the next chapter, when things start to fall into place and the real game begins!

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