Ava
“Are you sure you’re okay with doing this, Ava?”
“Of course. You know I’ll always help you.”
Leonard huffed softly. “Thanks. I’d do it myself if I could reach the spot.”
Shaking my head, I carefully measured out the dosage of Leonard’s medicine, double-checking the amount before preparing the injection.
The wine cellar had become a strange sort of makeshift bunker for Patrick and Leonard lately, the place strewn with medical supplies and surveillance equipment mixed in amongst the wine bottles.
On opposite corners of the small, curtained-off alcove that served as a bedroom were two beds: Leonard’s and Patrick’s. It wasn’t fancy, not by a long shot, but we had done our best to make it as comfortable as possible.
I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as I looked aro
