Killing Jade

They call me the nice one in my family.

They see the tailored suits, the calm French accent, and the way I can bankrupt a man with a single phone call. They think I'm a success story.

They are wrong. I am a predator.

I don't just want money.

I want to see people break.
I like to find the little crack in their souls and stick my fingernail in until they shatter.

I moved to this Greek island for a job, but I stayed for him.

Alistair Cassian Helios.

He is a billionaire with a heartbeat like a slow drum.

He is quiet.
He is wealthy. And he thinks he is the one watching me.

He doesn't realize that I've already mapped out his house.

I know which floorboards creak.
I know which maid is lying to him.
I know exactly how much blood is hidden under the beautiful marble floors of his villa.

Everyone thinks Alistair is the dangerous one.

They see the mystery in his dark eyes and the power in his hands. But he's just a puzzle I haven't solved yet.

People on this island have started to die.
Messy deaths. Ugly deaths.

The police think it's a stranger. Alistair thinks it's me. I think it's Alistair.

We sit across from each other at dinner, drinking expensive wine and trading lies like they are kisses.

He manipulates the truth. I manipulate the air he breathes.

I want to end him.
But there is a problem.

Last night, I found a camera hidden in my shower. Not his camera. Someone else's. And this morning, there was a gift on my pillow: the tongue of the man who tried to follow me home yesterday.

I used to think I was the only one who liked to watch.
I used to think I was the one standing in the shadows.

But as I sit here, writing this, I can feel a pair of eyes on the back of my neck. I can hear the soft sound of breathing that isn't my own.

Someone is in this room with me. Someone who knows what I did.

I'm not the only psycho on this island. And for the first time in my life... I'm not sure if I'm the one holding the knife.