Fuck.
I slept on and off all day, waking occasionally to drown my sorrows in the stolen bottle of Honey Boy.
The sound that drew me out of the horrible, restless sleep repeats, a rhythmic pounding on my door.
I groan, rolling onto the floor and climbing to my feet.
Flicking on a table lamp, I rub the sleep from my eyes and trudge towards my door, peeking through the peephole.
I can't catch a fucking break.
"Miss Danaan, open up," my mystery officer says from outside the door. "It's the police."
I can't believe I'm putting up with this shit today of all days.
I could just ignore him. Eventually, he'll probably get tired of waiting. If he had a warrant, he'd start with that.
Maybe if I'm quiet, he won't know I'm home. I haven't moved in hours, and it would've looked pitch black in here from the outside.
He knocks again, and I slowly back away from the door, trying to move silently. I don't give a fuck. He can stand there and knock all night. I'm not letting him in.
The door handle jiggles, and I freeze.
It's locked. He can't get in.
"Brigit," he yells through the door again. "I'm concerned for your safety."
My safety?
"We have reason to believe Mr. Fomori is targeting you next. Please open the door."
There's not a chance in the world he thinks I'm a target.
I groan quietly, holding my hand against my head to ease the ache forming.
"He's been spotted near here and we believe he may already be inside," he says, putting the final nail in the coffin. He's coming in whether I open the door or he breaks it in. "You have one minute to open this door or I'll be forced to enter to assure your safety."
One minute.
I can do a lot in 60 seconds.
Maybe I should be thankful for all the practice runs I've done in my head on how to get to my phone and gun at any given moment due to Cormac.
As quietly as I can, I grab my phone from the floor next to my purse, wincing from the sudden bright light.
Jesus Christ.
How many times has Cormac texted me?
Don't panic but there are pictures of us on the internet. Sky says he can get them down by the end of the day.
???
Don't be mad, Bunny. We look fantastic in them. Especially you in protective lawyer mode.
Oh shit.
Brig, I'm so sorry.
