LOGINTHIRD PERSON If she was really one he wouldn’t doubt it.Whoever caught the attention of his boss wasn't sane.Her feet were dirty and her heels were digging into the back of her leg. She was shaking so hard he could see it from the car. He slammed the brakes and climbed out before the vehicle fully stopped, his door still open.His heart was pounding in his chest for reasons that included both her and his dizzy self."Ms. Bishop, are you okay?"She raised her head slowly, and her face slowly morphed from pain to anger. She was livid.And possessed.This could be his end.He subconsciously took a step back, and when he realized he almost laughed at him. Slowly he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help.Eva slapped his hands away before he could touch her, she tutted and dragged herself to her feet. She wobbled for a second, swaying like she might fall, then steadied herself and continued walking.“Ms Bishop?” Nico followed, keeping a few steps behind, watching her limp,
THIRD PERSON Dante stood at the window after the door clicked shut, watching the gravel path where Eva had disappeared. Her bare feet must have been burning by now, or freezing, he didn't know which, and thinking about it only made him worry the more.She was mad, really mad and trying to stop might get him a dagger in his chest.He turned away from the glass and walked to the drawer in his nightstand, pulling out a thin silver case. He opened it to reveal thin cigarettes and a lighter. He picked one, placed it between his lips and lit it with a flick of his thumb on the lighter.Nico stood near the door, still in his blood-soaked shirt, the cut above his eye was beginning to dry up, the blood near his cheek. He was trying not to move too much, trying not to draw Dante's attention to him, with the realization that he should have cleaned up before coming here, but when the bastard got past the front door and made into the main house, there wasn't time for anything except stopping him,
EVAThe gunshots kept coming, each one louder than the last. I pressed myself against the wall with my hands over my ears and my heart slamming against my ribs. Dante wouldn't even let me turn to another side, his body actively and heavily blocking mine. His jaw ticked every time a shit went off. I couldn't tell if he was as horrified and terrified as me or just plainly pissed because he didn't look either.His eyes were fixed on the door.Was this how the bloody man I saw that morning, the one being dragged into the west wing, the blood dripping onto the wet pavement got badly wounded?A long minute passed, maybe two, and then the shots stopped. I crouched still for a long moment until I was sure there wouldn't be a surprise shot. Slowly I finally pulled my hands away from my ears, and exhaled, trying to catch my breath as I stared at them. There were cold and stiff, almost as if it was dead.I crawled out of his man made cover and slowly stood up, my legs shaky. I had to brace myse
I woke up to a white ceiling I didn't recognize and a dull ache spreading through my entire body. The room was dim, the curtains drawn. I groaned and turned my head slowly, my stiff neck hurting, and saw Dante sitting in a chair by the window, his elbows on the chair arms watching me."You're awake," he said.“She's awake.” An older woman appeared over me, with a stethoscope around her neck."Ms. Bishop, I'm glad you're awake. I'm Helen."She walked to the side of the bed and checked the IV bag, then my pulse, then shone a small light in my eyes. I winced and turned away."You had a severe case of food poisoning," she said, making notes on her clipboard. "The toxin we found in your system was high enough to cause organ damage if left untreated. You're lucky someone found you when they did."My stomach turned. "What was it?""We're not certain, but the lab results suggest something spoiled, possibly dairy left out too long, mixed with a bacterial agent. It's rare to see levels this hig
I woke up the next morning and lay there staring at the ceiling for a long time before I finally reached for my phone. I just wanted to spend the rest of the month in my bed. Anything other than that is trash.But I have work to go to, and Lily's Disneyland time is due. One more day and she's going to lose interest and start asking for a trip to Paris.She doesn't even know where or what Paris is.I sat up and rubbed off the sleep crust from my eyes before typing in a text.If you're both free today after work, we're taking Lily to Disneyland.I stared at the words for a second, then added another line.It's fine if you're not.I set the phone down and dragged myself out of bed. I quickly freshened up and changed into suitable work clothes with a coat and longer socks for the cold.You can never go wrong with the 2000s work fit. The morning air was cold, and the sky grey and heavy, like any second now it could rain. The thoughts of just staying home until it starts to rain then send
I finally peeled myself off the door and dragged myself to the bathroom. The shower was quick, just enough to wash off the day, and I stood under the spray longer than I needed to, letting the hot water beat against my shoulders until my skin turned pink. When I got out, I wrapped myself in a towel and stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. Dark circles under my eyes looking as big as my fist, my hair damp, and a… small bruise on my collarbone that I don't remember getting. Is that hickey? I have no idea.I quickly dried off, and pulled on a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt, and made my way, barefoot, to the kitchen.I shoved the leftover spaghetti into the microwave and pressed the button. I waited around until it beeped and quickly pulled it out and carried it to the table. I sat down with my phone in one hand and a fork in the other while checking the garden cosmetic product launch event for inspiration on my phone.The door opened."You're back so fast—" I start
A soft knock came at the door and a second later a nurse appeared with a tray of mashed potatoes, shredded chicken, and a cup of applesauce.“Figured you might be hungry,” she said, setting the tray on the bedside table. “Doctor Wright asked me to bring it over.”I didn't realize I was hungry until
Kids got fevers. Lily had them all the time, runny nose, cough, high temperature but they disappeared after a night of cartoons, orange juice and some medication. But why wasn't this one leaving.Was it because of the fall?While Chloe pressed Mira for answers that night as to who her one night st
I pushed the apartment door shut and leaned against it for a second, letting the cool wood press against my back. My ribs ached from the movement and so did my head. The conversation with Jace had drained whatever energy the hospital had left me with.From Lily's room, I could hear water running an
I lowered myself onto the couch slowly, one hand braced against the armrest, while Chloe fluffed pillows behind my back and Mira disappeared into the kitchen to make tea.Lily was already in her room, coloring at her small desk, Mira had bribed her with a new pack of crayons to give me a few minute







