By the time Edward got home, night had fully claimed the city. His home was dimly lit, the soft yellow glow of the hallway sconces guiding him into the living room.
He froze in place the moment he stepped in. Veronica was in the living room, perched on the couch, legs crossed, lips curved in a saccharine smile.
Edward cussed sharply. He really hated coming home to this. He would be happy if she would stop coming into his home unannounced.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, not bothering to hide his irritation. His voice was like ice—smooth but cold, then hard with anger.
Veronica smiled sultrily, like he had not just spoken to her in anger.
"I missed you," she said simply, rising to her feet with feline grace. "You've been distant. So, I thought I'd surprise you
