Theodore’s day was utterly mundane.
At least, according to the tracking device I had very cleverly planted on him.
"Are you sure you actually got it on him?" Elena asked, eyeing me skeptically.
I shot her a flat look. "I am positive."
"He must have found it," Nathan argued, turning away from his screen to look at me. "Where did you place it?"
I stuttered. How do I answer that question without revealing everything?
"It doesn't matter where she placed it," Elena said, unknowingly coming to my rescue. "As long as it's on his physical being, he won't be able to detect it. To the human eye, it takes the form of skin."
"It is on his skin," I confirmed, before all eyes turned back to the screen.
Theodore started his day by going to the gym, and then straight from the gym he went to wor
