Chapter 2030

Dexter felt his breath catch slightly, his heart pounding uncontrollably—that familiar rush he always experienced when laying eyes on his prey. This time, he felt his excitement mixed in with something else, something colder and unfamiliar. It was fear. "Shannon Jensen," he enunciated, ignoring the oppressive weight this woman's presence brought crashing down on him. He stretched his lips into a twisted smile, trying to make himself look more like the unhinged predator he was known to be. "Do you know who I am?" he asked. Every time he killed, his eyes would gleam with a certain light. When his victims saw that look in his eyes, they were always filled with terror and dread, especially the young women. Just meeting his gaze was enough to make their legs give out in fear. He thought Shannon, barely 20, would be the same, yet she simply glanced at him, indifferent and calm. It carried a kind of pressure that didn't belong to someone her age. It wasn't so much that she was lookin