“I thought I heard something,” Gabriel explained, keeping an eye on the closet door.
Ella sighed, revealing the spanner in one hand while wiping trickles of water droplets from the side of her face with the other hand. “I’ve told you over and over how subpar this apartment is.” She spoke while casually approaching the sink, “If the pipes don’t get clogged, then the rats will come through and raise hell.” She squatted to open the cabinet under the sink, pretending to look for a leak.
Gabriel lowered the gun slowly, “I always tell you to get a place near the station, so I can come running over when you need me,” he frowned.
To Ella, that sounded like living next to the lion’s den. She couldn’t completely blame Gabriel for the way he hated her kind; his mother was killed by a witch who mad
