Chapter Twenty-Two
Snake Eyes
Never play cat and mouse games if you're a mouse. –Don Addis
Day 3—3:04AM
Casa de Griffin
ELENA
“Did you really mean what you said about getting the person who did this?”
Elena rubs her hands near the fire I’ve set, sliding her curvaceous bottom towards the fireplace, as she sits, legs crossed, on the grey rug in my den.
Her clothes are not as soaked as they once were, and though it hasn’t been more than ten minutes since I sparked the blaze, she is half-dry, her blonde hair no longer dripping onto the floor. Or onto my clothes—which have long-since replaced her own sopping ones.
After one shower and one hour of story-telling about what happened to her tonight, she is ten times more relaxed than she was when she first walked in. But now, after her see
