I could have sworn it was in here earlier. I always left it in the same spot.
What, did a ghost move it while we were gone?
Peeling back the curtain to peer over at the sink, I saw that it wasn’t there either and let out a sigh.
Well, I must have left it somewhere. That or the crazy set in faster than I thought. Either way, guess I’m not shaving tonight.
Quickly rinsing the last of the conditioner from my hair, I hopped out of the shower and wrapped myself up in a plush bath sheet. But by the time I stepped into my room to get dressed, I realized exactly what had happened to my razor.
“What are you doing in here?” I pulled my towel higher around my chest, using the loose end to squeeze out the ends of my hair. While I’d been busy cleaning up, Leo had made herself comfortable on my arm chair. Her leg was crossed casually overher knee, and a box of my stuff — including my razor — sat off to her side.
My eyes narrowed before flicking back to her. “So that’s where that went?”
She nodded. “Gotta hold on to some of your stuff until we know you’re not a danger to yourself or us. Sharps, belts, et cetera.”
“Seems a bit excessive.”
“Maybe. But we take your safety very seriously.”
“How long until I’m allowed to shave again?” I crossed my arms, a slight pout pressing my lips flat.
“Just a few days.”
I groaned, walking over to the dresser to fish out a t-shirt. “Seriously? It’s going to look like the Amazon down there.”
Leo smiled, leaning forward in her chair. “Don’t worry, Princess. I like a little bush.”
I rolled my eyes as her gaze flickered over my body. Clearly she was feeling pretty peachy despite what had just happened. “If I can’t have any of my shit, then how about a little privacy?”
“You’ve got it, boss.” She leaned back in the chair, turning her attention to the little pile of treasures she’d collected.
Letting out a sigh, I dropped my bath sheet and started to get dressed, pulling on a comfy pair of black cotton panties under the oversized green tee she’d leant me. But as my head popped through the collar, I realized she wasn’t just sifting through random garbage in that box.
She’d gotten her hands on an old sketchbook and was already halfway through it.
My heart lurched as I recognized one of the sketches inside of it. “That’s not?—”
“You know, you’ve got a real talent, Kiera.” She whistled low, fanning through a handful of pages.
“I don’t.” I snatched the book away from her, tossing it into my drawer with a glare. “And you weren’t supposed to see that.”
“I thought we didn’t keep secrets, Princess.” Her voice feigned apology, but the grin pulling at the corner of her mouth told me she was anything but sorry. “Have you always liked to draw?”
I’d spent most of my childhood with a pencil in my hand. There were only so many hobbies a girl with no toys and no parental supervision could develop. But I hadn’t picked up a sketchbook in ages. And I didn’t dare revisit the memories that one contained.
Turning my back on her, I headed for the bed. “They’re just doodles.”
Leo stood from her seat, pacing after me. “Doodles? Kiera these?—”
“I don’t see what snooping through my books has to do with my safety.”
Leo’s expression softened at the bark in my voice. Holding her hands up, she took a seat on the edge of my bed. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Tonight was a lot. Why don’t we talk about that. How are you holding up?”
Folding up my legs and tucking them beneath the duvet, I let out a deep sigh. “I’m okay. Just tired.”
Leo lifted a brow. “Just tired? You looked like a ghost when you came back to the warehouse with Spencer.” Grabbing my damp towel from the floor, Leo hung it over the bathroom door.
I shrugged, pulling the blanket a little tighter around my legs. “I just needed a second to adjust. I’m totally fine now.”
