And if I’m being completely honest, for myself.
“Yeah, alright. I’ll give it my best.”
Hanging up the phone, I set it down on the nightstand. The polished surface offers a reflection of an old man, a tired soul clinging to the past like a rusty key that won’t let go.
I lay back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Nothing but black and white.
White and black.
It’s the same no matter which way you look at it, the luxurious chateau just as cold and empty as our old basement suite.
I miss colour. I miss the crew waiting for me back home.
The ache in my chest expands as the loneliness sets in. It’s a different kind of feeling when the ones you love are halfway around the world.
A separation so sharp it almost feels permanent.
Rolling onto my side, I watch the sun trickle along the walls of the guest bedroom. Over my bag and across my clothes, it doesn’t stop until it’s warming the spot beside me.
Through the window and onto my bedsheets, I can easily picture the strands of blonde hair flared out on the pillow beside me.
Green eyes teasing me until I fall asleep.
Exhaustion pulls me under and I don’t stop to wonder why the feeling of peace came from the bane of my existence.
The hunter to my hunted.
The vixen who knows all the right things to say.
Chapter 21
CALISTA
College has always been a waste of time for me.
Skills are honed in the real world, the lessons learned beyond the walls of a classroom far more valuable than those found within. The idea of education is a societal label, and were it not for my mother’s stance on the topic, I wouldn’t attend at all.
Not that I attend much as it is.
The college is more of an observatory than anything. A way to check in with my fellow prodigies, watch fights break out over lunchtime, and study the few females who have the misfortune of being in attendance.
For every girl, there’s twenty males.
Daddies tend to have a soft spot for their darlings so more often than not, daughters are shipped away to a safer place. It’s an old fashioned notion, stashing their precious babies in a place where the shadows won’t jump out at you.
Given the dismal amount of sunlight illuminating the gritty streets of Wolf Hollow, I don't blame them.
Pulling into the parking lot, I find Christopher waiting for me. His aviators are perched on the end of his nose, the stubble dusting his jawline thicker than usual. It’s a tantalizing sight, especially once you throw in the leather jacket pulled tight around his shoulders.
“Ken doll doesn’t look happy to see you.”
Vector tilts his head, studying the man like he would a puzzle.
“What’d you do this time?”
“Whatever gave you the ideaIwas the problem?”
He smirks, glancing at me from the passenger seat, “Aren’t you always the problem?”
