G R A Y S O N
The North...
One year ago.
The Obsidian Valley.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I mindlessly hit my pen against the surface of my office table, listening carefully to the plastic crack in the pen and the wood of the table creak, vibrations running through the table, a short silence settling before the next hit.
My mind wanders until it finally lands on the same topic that had been circulating my head.
I am alone...
"Hey, babe!" I hear a loud, high-pitched voice screech, making me break the pen in my hand as well as my train of thoughts.
"Christiana..." I scold her, raising my head to look up at her, watching her stride 'seductively' into my office before she'd prop her herself on top of my desk, sliding away my papers.
I sigh as I glance at her tanned legs, she must've purposely ex
