Scarlet was raised to lead and protect. But he was something no man could stop - a monster. In a story where fate is a curse, she can't escape a future defined by the Moon. He can't stop the consequences. He can't change the past. She can't forget i...
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Sitting behind the reception front desk with her head in her palm and her elbow positioned on the armrest, she looked like one of these working girls who were half-asleep while they pretended to tend to their job assignments.
She had straightened her hair and pulled it into a french twist at the back of her head. The glasses she wore had slipped down her nose and her lids were closed. It was the perfect look for her.
And unsurprisingly, as soon as the puppet and his small group of friends made their way to the hotel, none of them even flickered a glance her way. No one in their right man would pay attention to some passed out employee when they had much bigger problems.
Yet, as inconspicuous as the young woman looked to the average passersby, she proved to be something much more.
She didn't work in that hotel. She had just taken the liberty of disposing of another employee, some girl called Charly or Carly, or had it been Candy. Even if she wore the woman's uniform and name tag, she couldn't recall the name without looking at it and she had no intention to bother with something that was as insignificant as the name of the human she had killed.
Oh, but how good had that innocent human tasted!
She had a very particular taste and bitter with their life, innocent people were very much it.
She could still hear the soul's screaming inside her and it gave her a kind of fulfillment she was quite familiar with.
A very tasty meal indeed that had filled her up until she could bubble with her own happiness.
Several minutes later, there was a bit of commotion. Looking up, she saw the puppet, his friends and then several others filling in the lobby.
A man likely in his mid-twenties went to her and slid a few room keys toward her.
"Regan Greene. I'm returning the keys to the rooms under my name," the man told her.
"Did you enjoy your stay, sir?" she asked watching his green eyes skipping to a girl standing a few feet from him.
Even full with her meal still struggling to break free inside of her, she couldn't feel left out by that small gesture towards the other woman.
Once setting his eyes on her, that Regan man's attention should have stayed on her, yet, he never even acknowledged any of her female charms in the presence of the other.
"Immensely," he said, giving the girl a smile just when the puppet's eyes flickered to the woman who was now standing behind the reception desk.
A smile sliced through the woman's face when she noticed the puppet's eyes widen and his face paling and just before he could turn to leave with the rest, she mouthed silently, 'We're always watching, Cole.'
And we always will, she thought, flicking one last glance at the retreating figure of the green-eyed man.
Soon he was going to find out what happened to men who ignored her. Soon.
