BORN TO DIE

He walked to a file drawer and pulled it open. Inside were slim folders, information gathered over time on each of the pretenders. He opened the first one, and his gut twisted as he glared at the picture tucked within his notes.

Dr. Kacey Lambert.

She was special.

Until the mistake.

When he’d gotten too bloodthirsty, too hungry, too eager to destroy the one person who could ruin everything.

And the job had been botched.

Kacey had lived.

This time, there wouldn’t be a mistake; this time he’d take care of her himself.

A slow-burning fury ran through his veins as he studied her picture. He’d watched her. Followed her. Learned her routine.

But she would have to wait.

There were others he had to deal with first.

He flipped open a few more files and sorted them. None of them knew each other; none of them realized that he was watching them, collecting all the ones that were in close proximity to Kacey.

He wondered if any of them were aware of each other.

If so, they hadn’t guessed the one thing they had in common.

Each was born to die before her time.

And it was his mission to make it happen....