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
Grey's POV Detective Spinner was a man in his early forties whose cigarette vice was poorly hidden in the cheap cologne he sprayed two layers too much of and the gum he smacked rather annoyingly. Running a hand through his balding hair and offering a weak smile of realization, his attempted charms
"Your tasks have been emailed to you." Her brows knitted before she looked to the hallway outside my office, ultimately moving to close the door, before returning to me. Giving her a look less than satisfactory, I reopened it and returned to my desk. "What is going on with you? Did the detective s
Elodie's POV This is probably the first time in my entire life that I was not tearing through my closet for the 'perfect' outfit for this date. If anything, it could be labeled as the easiest one of my life as I had no intention of doing anything but distracting myself from the last few days. Whil
My eyes scanned the sea of people in hopes of finding a means of conversation but instead found a figure outlined as if my eyes were only ever meant to find him. My breath hitched, my skin warmed, and my tongue became dry in my mouth. Maybe it was because it was the first time I'd seen him in anythi