The sincerity and heartfeltness seemed a little fucked-up considering the context, but it still warmed my heart a little that she was so grateful for what I’d given her. I’d been treating them more like NPCs. “Well, you guys are dating. In the video, she appeared in her mid-thirties with coal-black hair that hung in waves just past her shoulders. Her tone as she spoke to others in the recording didn’t do her any favors. A muffled squeal came through the door as I backed away from it, followed by her indistinct cursing. “I just thought I’d let you know that I’m lying in bed naked and all alone.”
I glanced at Ashlee, who was working the cappuccino machine. Emily slipped free of my embrace as Natashya fell beside her. Hopefully, we can get more information from him over the next twenty-four hours.”
“Morning,” Shea said as she appeared at the stairs.
