Wrong Target

VANESSA

I sank into my bed with a deep, satisfied sigh, stretching out my limbs as a slow, smug smile spread across my lips.

Finally.

Finally, I had taken care of that filthy little pest.

The past few days had been a nightmare—those texts, that constant feeling of being watched, the fear creeping into my bones every time I glanced at my phone. But now, it was over. I had done what needed to be don