“You are still staring at that thing?” Toya kicks the door shut behind her with one foot as she balances a tray laden with food and drinks and eyes up the brooch in my hand. Cape draped across my lap as it’s still attached, and I nod.
“Mmmm.”
“I have showered, changed, raided the kitchen, and come back here, and you have not moved one inch in all that time.” She points out with a smile, gesturing to the dresser as a table for food, and gets no rejection.
“I was thinking…trying to put myself in Eve's head.”
“Don’t do that, we only have room for one psycho in this pack,” Toya smirks, trying to lighten the mood, but I sigh and stare back at the beauty of the last thing she gifted me. Stroking it gently with so much regret and longing as though willpower alone can make her come back. As th
