Abby After some convincing, I manage to get Karl to sit down so I can address his bleeding hand. His demeanor is belligerent, tinged with the kind of stubbornness that only comes hand-in-hand with the overconsumption of alcohol. “Just stop,” he grumbles as I approach with the first aid kit. “I’m
Abby The tension between Karl and me still hangs thick in the air from our confrontation earlier, but the memories of the strange car that I saw take precedence right now. If this has anything to do with the Alpha party or that couple that I saw at the masquerade, then our safety could potential
Karl agrees and rises from his desk, choosing to leave the whiskey bottle behind. He follows me to the door; but then, as I turn to leave, he suddenly reaches out and grabs my hand. “Abby, wait.” Furrowing my brow, I turn back to face him. Our eyes lock, and all of a sudden I’m acutely aware of
Abby Waking up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, I feel an unfamiliar warmth surrounding me. It takes a moment for the fog of sleep to clear from my mind, and then I remember him—Karl. He’s still here, beside me. We went to sleep last night with a respectable distance bet
“No intruders,” he whispers, a slight smirk crossing his features. “I guess I did my job last night.” I can’t help but let out a small laugh. “Yeah. I guess so.” There’s another moment of silence. I stare up at Karl, taking in the dark circles beneath his eyes; he’s probably got one hell of a ha
Abby Karl hands me my coat with a sympathetic look in his eyes. “Put this on,” he says. “I promised you breakfast.” “Oh.” I take my coat with a slight chuckle. “I got so caught up in the goodbyes that I guess I forgot.” Karl shrugs. “I kinda figured. You still want to go, though, right?” I p
I pause, taken aback. “Coffee would be great. Thanks, Sheryl,” Karl says with a polite nod. I watch as she walks away; I’m not used to being treated like this. Usually, giving food or drinks to customers on the house is something that I would do as a restaurant owner, not the other way around. I
Karl “Get that final draft to me today, Karl. We’re running out of time.” Sarah’s voice comes through the phone, a little sharper than usual. I don’t blame her, though. With the press conference to announce the election in just two days, we’re on a bit of a time crunch; and it’s partially my f