Chapter 12

• •RAFFAELE MANCINI•
• The soft glow of my laptop bathed the otherwise dark room in a low light. I leaned back in my chair, a glass of whiskey untouched on the desk in front of me, as my eyes fixed on the screen showing Hazel in my guest bedroom, or rather, her cage.
• I wouldn't say I'm obsessed. Really, she's only just another piece in a game I've always won. But every time I tried to pull my gaze away from her, it was as though there was an invisible thread pulling me back to stare. Like a fucking curse.