"Is this the part where you find some excuse to fire me?" She asked with a sigh. "No." I cleared my throat, rebuttoning the jacket of my suit, before offering her the reason I was at a distance today more than usual. "Is this to some storage locker where you keep all your really important files
Elodie's POV "Miss Carson..." The detective began, gauging my reaction from the second he entered the room. Despite the fact it was rather spacious with only the metal table and matching chairs at its center, it was still suffocating. Even if I was innocent, I felt knowing the details of Grey's lif
"I don't like this-" "Consider it a write-off for the convenience it is to have you close to the office." He used the key as I hesitated, pushing it open to reveal a modest apartment still too large for only me. A quick walkthrough showed three bedrooms and two bathrooms, a spacious living room, an
"I should want to turn you in or run to the farthest corner of this planet and instead all I can think about...is anything else. And before you try making me feel crazy or get arrogant about it, I know it's because of what you are not who. I don't know you well enough to actually like anything about
Grey's POV There wasn't a second of the night that my focus wasn't somewhere on her. By the time she closed the curtains soon after I left, I kept my attention to that pulse that acted as a monitor. I could hear its small influx as she continued to clean while hearing the mutterings she made muffle
Elodie's POV I fixated on the shadow hovering over me, more angered than frightened that Grey was right. But I didn't even have him to call to. Instead, I used a scream to try and hope one of my new neighbors would call for help. In the attempt, I was only pinned to the bed by a sharp talon of some
"You were here..." My words came out quietly as he only clenched his fists before bending over the sink. The dish towel was gripped tight enough in his grasp to notice the contrasting white of his knuckles against the dark counter. But he didn't answer, he only continued to clean with more vigor. I
"I don't think it's a good idea..." "Will it help you, too?" He nodded, fixated on the wound beneath my eye. But as I pulled his hand towards it, he took hold of my wrist with careful authority. "It has never felt like it does when it's with you. So if it hurts, you stop me..." He walked me again