Stalker's POV
In my arms I carried a giggling April as I was walking out of the building. She still thought that what had happened was funny. Normally I would love to be basked in her giggles and laughter that sounded like a beautiful symphony tugging on my heart strings; but I couldn't help but be a little bit sullen that she was enjoying it a little bit too much.
That never overcame me before. I never, but never let a target of mine escape through my grasps and the fact that tan boy was able to escape me under my radar made me hella pissed.
But he wouldn't live for long. I'll be able to find him with my resources in no time. I glanced down at my April. It's honestly better that he somehow escaped I wouldn't want to scar my baby's eyes, would I? And that would even set back my courting progress with her; something that I wouldn't want. Also, this way she wouldn't be able to intervene as I cut his limps and put them through the shredders.