All Chapters of Falling for my Vampire Captain : Chapter 231 - Chapter 237

Sera’s POVThe file was not where it should have been.Not missing entirely, not taken. Returned, but with the specific quality of something that had been handled and replaced rather than something that had simply been sitting where it had always sat. The dust line on the shelf edge was interrupted in a way that dust lines were interrupted when something had been lifted and set back down at a fractionally different angle.I stood in the office and looked at the shelf and felt the particular quality of understanding arriving before I was ready to act on it.I picked up the Franklin research file from the desk, the one I had been looking for when I came in, and carried it to the living room.They were both there.The specific quality of two people occupying a shared space with slightly too much attention paid to what they were individually doing was the quality that told me what I needed to know before either of them looked up. Vivian was reading something on her phone with the focused

Rydan’s POVI was already at the car door when Vivian’s hand closed around my arm.Not gently. The specific, firm grip of someone who had decided that the next thirty seconds required physical intervention rather than words, and who had positioned themselves accordingly before I had registered they were moving. She pulled me back from the door with the particular force of someone whose new capabilities still surprised her when she used them, and we ended up on the pavement beside the car with her facing me and her expression carrying everything she had apparently been holding since we left Sera’s house.She told me I was acting without sense.She said it in the specific, direct way of someone who had known me long enough to have earned the directness, which in Vivian’s case was measured in months rather than years but had been months dense enough to cover the ground that years usually covered. She said it without raising her voice because raising her voice was not how Vivian made her

Rydan’s POVI was still talking when I noticed she wasn’t there anymore.Not physically, she was in the seat beside me, her hands in her lap and her face turned toward the passenger window. But the quality of her presence had changed in the specific way it changed when a person’s attention had gone somewhere that the body hadn’t followed, the particular absence of someone who was sitting beside you and was also somewhere else entirely.“Vivian,” I said.Nothing.I reached over and touched her arm and she came back the way people came back from wherever they had been, the specific blinking return of someone whose mind had been somewhere with more traction than the current conversation.“What?” she said.“You weren’t listening,” I said.She looked at the mirror she had been holding and then set it face down on her knee and turned toward me with the expression of someone who had been found doing something and was deciding what to do about having been found.Then she cried.Not the contai