I was a psychopath. A taker of lives. I was cold, calculated, and merciless. Over the years, I hunted for my perfect prey and took those lives without hesitation. I fed on the thrill of controlling them and, ultimately, watching them exhale their last breath. I was sick, and there was no cure for what I had. But then I saw Isla, and I knew one I wanted her. She fascinated me in a way not even taking lives had. So I followed her, watched her, and when the time was right… I took her. She wasn’t like the others. Her defiancé and fearlessness ignited something even more twisted inside me. She made my dark beast rise and take notice until she was the one who consumed me. That should terrify me. Instead, it captivated me. She was my perfect trophy. I thought taking her life would be the ultimate high. How wrong I was. I became obsessed. And as our sinister connection deepened, I wrestled with my primal urges—torn between the desire to destroy her and the unsettling need to claim her as mine. Would my dark and twisted desires keep her safe, or would it end up consuming the both of us?