Chapter 33 - Chapter 32

# Chapter 32
AYANDA

After placing the last plate on the dish rack, I wipe my wet hands on a towel.

I peer out the window. A lone lamppost lights up the unmarked police car across the road, which sits in the shadows. I'm starting to suspect they're not here for my safety. No, they're hoping Vusi might seek me out. The twinge in my heart tells me I do too. In fact, I'm willing to say screw it all and do something really fucking reckless.

I bet Vusi is out there somewhere, waiting and watching. I also bet he'd come after me if I left the house.

It's a bad idea.

The worst.

Hayibo, why am I even contemplating this?

The responsible thing to do would be to stay here, where it's safe. Not leave the house and coax a serial killer out of the shadows.

Discarding the towel, I reach forward to pull the curtains closed, then turn and lean back against the counter. I stare at the fridge, the floor, the broom propped against the wall.

Yoh, what's wrong with me? Why am I pining after a psychopath? Why do I hold on to some ridiculous notion that we shared a connection?

What kind of a connection is it possible to have with a cold-hearted murderer? Is he even capable of emotions? Though the rose on my bed has me clinging to hope. Why would he leave a rose if he had no feelings? Why go through the trouble?

Fuck it! I push off the counter and make a beeline for the hallway.

I'll be in big trouble if someone finds out that I'm sneaking outside. Cupido won't hesitate to bring me in for questioning.