Chapter Thirteen
The moment the door shuts behind me, Oscar is out in the hallway.
"I thought I closed it quietly."
"My hearing is better than it used to be," he quips.
"Even so, I was trying to be quiet."
"Which only works if I wasn't waiting for you to come home."
Home. There's that word again. It's so strange, and yet so perfect, coming from his lips. I can't really explain how it makes me feel. At least he's comfortable here.
"I'm back and I'm safe," I promise.
"You look better too."
"There was blood," I admit. "So much of it. I wish I'd taken a bigger bag and a flask so I could bring some back for you." A sudden wave of guilt rushes through me as I realise how selfish I was in that regard.
"So you could give me even more of your share and not drink enough yourself?" He direc
