~Death’s back~
~Harlow~
Lucy the cat was still missing.
For some strange reason, I missed having the black fur ball around. It reminded me of the Lycan king’s gloomy mood—wait, he was always in a gloomy mood. His face blank and emotionless like he had a grey cloud hovering above his head.
The teasing smell of dust tickled my nostrils and I sneezed hard, slapping my palm against the wall. The hallway was quiet during the early hours of the day and I kind of enjoyed wiping Rosie's portrait with only the soothing breeze filling the space.
I had picked an ordinary piece in my closet, a plain brown dress that felt loose around the waist. I swayed slowly, chanting the lyrics of Just my type by the vamps as I wiped Rosie's brows like I hadn't done in a while.
Next step was to clean up De
