Slivers of moonlight shined through the windows, casting eerie shadows that threatened to consume her. She sat nestled on the couch, knees drawn up to her body. She waited for him. There was no doubt in her mind he would come. Their doctor-patient relationship meant nothing. The connection ran much deeper. Her career meant nothing compared to what they shared. She’d been insider his mind, relived his most painful memories. He was branded on her soul. She focused her thoughts, picturing him in her mind. Dylan Benjamin. The handsome criminal. Ahhh, but he’d never killed anyone. Or maimed them. He didn’t deserve to be locked away with the most notorious killers on the planet. He didn’t deserve execution. Her mind called to him. Her body wept for him inside her. She glanced at the clock. Five hours ago, she’d planted a computer virus in the facility’s mainframe.
