AvaAs the week passed, I found myself feeling worse with each passing day. The mornings were especially rough, a constant battle against waves of nausea and fatigue that seemed to worsen as the days went by.I tried to push through it, attributing the symptoms to stress and lack of sleep, but deep
Later in the afternoon, I made my way down to the cellar to administer Leonard’s medication. As I prepared the syringe, my hands shook; I hadn’t managed to eat yet. Every time I tried, my stomach would churn and ruin my appetite entirely.Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.“Leonard,” I began hesit
AvaI turned to see Chris walking in through the front door, the lines in his face etched with an uncharacteristic worry.“Hey.” I strode up to him, my eyes scanning him as if searching for some kind of imaginary injury, even though he had only been handling business at the Packhouse. “How did every
Chris snorted, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Patrick.”Patrick laughed, clapping Chris on the back. “Tell you what,” he said. “When this is all over, we have to have a real drink together. Then we can decide if we’re friends or not.”“Deal,” Chris agreed.
AvaThe gentle purr of the boat’s engine and the lapping of the dark water against the hull were the only sounds breaking the eerie silence of the night. I shivered, drawing Chris’s coat tighter around my shoulders. The air was crisp and breezy tonight, cooler than it had been as of late.“Are you c
“I’ve got eyes all over town,” Patrick explained as he switched between feeds. “Any sign of trouble, and we’ll know about it immediately.”For the next few hours, we took turns watching the feeds, our eyes straining in the dim light of the cave. The town remained quiet, the streets empty save for th
AvaI woke to the soft sound of rustling of fabric and the gentle padding of bare feet on stone. Blinking away the last remnants of sleep, I saw Chris dressing in the dim light of the cave. His muscles rippled beneath his skin as he pulled on his shirt, and I laid there, watching quietly as he dress
When he was done, he turned back to me, his eyes roaming over my form as if committing me to memory.“Put on your nicest dress for the party tonight, okay?” he said, a hint of a smile playing at his lips.I raised an eyebrow as I climbed to my feet, standing on the edge of our bed, my hands on my hi