She turned the corner that removed her from the living area's view and she continued up the two layers of stairs until she arrived at his room's door.
She held the door handle and pushed open the room.
Walking into the space, she looked around. It had been a while since she had been here. After the night of the siren's call, Wayne had not invited her up here. Neither had she sought him out here, in his room.
Their relationship was complicated by so many underlying factors. Firstly, she was human and he was an amortal. A werewolf with supernatural abilities. She would grow old within a few years, add forty more years to her age, give or take and she would be old and wrinkly. While he would be exactly the same, aging only slightly. Despite being almost two centuries old, he was still stun
