A deep male voice grew louder as he approached.
“I can’t believe you wrote this. How could you do this to me?” Rage simmered in his voice. “You wrote this: He surprised me with his sensitivity. This bodyguard I didn’t want has become the only person I want by my side.” The man’s words grew louder, laced with disdain as he continued. “I always rolled my eyes at the idea of love at first sight. I suppose it wasn’t our first sight, even though it felt like I was truly seeing him for the first time now. Anyways, I think I’m in love with him. Yes, already. How crazy is that? I love my bodyguard.”
Sebastian stopped inches away from the bedroom door.
Were those Gabrielle’s words?
Had she written abouthimin her journal?
He pushed the thoughts away and focused on the man inside the room.
The stalker.
Tony Brooks.
“That’s what you wrote about him,” Brooks screamed. “How do you think that makes me feel? Do you even fucking care?”
There was no response to his questions.
No protest. No defense. No muffled cries.
Sebastian took another step, peeking through the gap in the door.
Gabrielle lay across the bed.
Naked.
Her arm dangled over the edge.
Head lolled to the side, with damp hair pressed against her face.
The rise and fall of her chest gave him some comfort.
She was still alive.
But maybe … drugged?
“You’re only supposed to love … me,” Brooks said. “Me! Me! Me!” He screamed louder, stomping his feet.
Sebastian moved closer to the door.
He couldn’t see Brooks inside the room.
He had no clue what kind of weapons Brooks might have.
Sebastian wouldn’t do anything that could put Gabrielle’s life in danger.
Brooks’s voice grew cold. “You’re not supposed to love anyone but me. Don’t you see? You’re forcing me to eliminate the competition for your heart.”
A sickening dread filled the pit of Sebastian’s stomach as a horrible sound permeated the air.
He’d heard that sound before.
He’d caused that sound.
A steel blade plunged and sliced into human flesh.
With no mercy.
