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
Abby The mansion feels so much bigger and emptier now that my friends are gone. For the few days that they were here, everything felt so lively and maybe even a little chaotic. Now, though, it’s as if my own heartbeat is echoing off of these walls. Normally, I wouldn’t mind; I did live here for