Chapter FourMonica stared blankly at the body on the floor. Her mind was slow to respond; she couldn’t form thoughts or take action. Everything seemed like it was in molasses around her. The strange naked man who saved her left almost as fast as he arrived. Now there was a body to deal with, a door to fix, and from the sound of it, the storm raged on outside.
She looked down at herself, the white turtle neck she pulled over her head didn’t feel like much protection. Not against the elements or anything else. At least Cavus turned out to be a decent guy, he didn’t try to take advantage of the situation, not like... No. Full stop. Fix the door, hide the body, survive. Focus.
The little pup suddenly careened through the door, his wet paws slid on the tile as he tried to negotiate a corner.
