As Griffin emerged from his room the following evening, he began to feel like a complete and utter ass. For starters, he was used to jeans, black T-shirt, and hoodie. Not to mention that, in his line of work - though he highly doubted he would have a job to return to - dressing up wasn't exactly a requirement; and, to be honest, he much preferred it that way. The crisp, white shirt and tailored black slacks made him feel even more like a fish out of water.
He had no idea what to do with his shoulder-length, curly hair, so he smoothed it back into a low ponytail. And, he guessed, that would just have to be that.
He made his way down the hall only to pause as Sibyl descended the stairs from the uppermost level, where her own bedroom was located in the rented house. She was dressed in an al
