DEA
The knife moved in steady, controlled strokes beneath my hand as I sliced through the vegetables on the counter, each motion precise enough to keep my mind from wandering where it should not.
But it wandered anyway because through the wide glass window just beyond the sink, I could clearly see both of them.
Arthur stood just outside the house after a call he made when Jane, who had just gotten out of the taxi approached him.
Despite my reluctance, I cannot help but eavesdrop at their conversation using my sharp hearing. In situations like this, sometimes it pays to have been bitten by a wolf so you can have their supernatural senses, too.
“I’ve been seeing you a lot these past few weeks, Arthur.”
She moved closer to him with that kind of practiced ease she expertly uses on boys
