Zane;
By the time I pull into the driveway, the clock on the dashboard is already threatening tomorrow.
The car's engine dies, but I don't move. My hands remain on the steering wheel as I stare through the windshield at the dark house ahead.
Damn it!
How could I forget to tell her I'd be late??
It's a small thing. Other people probably wouldn't think twice about it. But somewhere between handling Aurelian's mess, monitoring the aftermath of Ethan nearly beating a man to death, and making sure no loose ends remained behind, the hours slipped past me.
And somehow… Over the days, something else has been happening… I've gotten used to something.
The porch light being on—the sound of her voice drifting from somewhere inside the house, her asking stupid questions the moment I stepped through the door.
"Did you eat?"
"Why do you always look like you're plotting murder?"
"Would it kill you to smile once in a while?"
