Ares
I walked into her home office, finding her lost in thoughts as she stared deeply at the paperwork’s informer of here.
It’s been three days since th incident and she hasn’t been able to wrap herself around what had happened, it’s like the adrenaline had faded leaving behind a pale shaken version of Alyssa White.
She snapped out of her train of thoughts as her sharp intelligent eyes went straight to my bandage on my arm.
She was still worried about me I could see a flicker of something like worry, fear crossed her face before it was replaced by a careful neutral mask.
“How’s your arm?,” she asked her tune was quiet.
“It’s better,” I replied sounding. “I told you it’s just a graze. It’s been handled.”
I stayed by the door refusing to move closer. The space between us felt like
