It’s surprisingly easy to shuttle her back to your place as it’s Sunday night now, but Hedera points out that Bea is the daughter of a CEO and her parents have most likely called the authorities by now. 414 more words
He’s unresponsive. His eyes are fixed on the pillar.
“You didn’t do a thing,” you snap.
The once silent landscape (at least, on a normal level of hearing) is now deafening (on an abnormal level of hearing) as grains of black sand shift behind you. 513 more words
“Excuse me,” you begin as politely as you can muster.
Before you can even begin your kind-hearted apologies–
( Pardon, but the organic lifeform you wish to contact is currently unavailable. 8 more words
Bea now stands in front of you.
You grab her wrist and pull her into a hug.
“Are you okay?” you say into her hair. 454 more words
He slides your phone across the desk. A few moments later you open a chat with Ambrose.
– B. KittyReadsNabokov is online. — 286 more words