Every new kill becomes a challenge. It’s almost becoming too easy. Women are way too trusting of other women. And men? Well, they are stupid and underestimate me.
The small inconvenience of a defensive stab wound sends me to the hospital. There, I lay eyes on the incredibly good-looking, young Dr. Jayson Nales.
He’s my next challenge.
I must have him.
And judging by the way he looks at me back, I think he wants me too.
Who cares about doctor-patient confidentiality when you’re a serial killer? Not me.
