36. A Battle of Wills

AZURA.

I had looked in the mirror ten times before convincing myself that the shorts and sports bra were totally ok to go out in. I put on Kiara’s strappy black heels, not wanting to rummage in the bag that had been retrieved from my apartment, in case Kia got disturbed.

Damn, I loved this woman’s heel collection… Last year I had liked a pair of snakeskin knee-high boots of hers, and she had told me I could keep them.

Selfless as always.

After zipping them up, I made my way to the door, just when I saw my phone screen light up.

I was sure it was from Sky, she was the only one up at this time, but I wasn’t going to cross the room when I had just reached the door. I’ll get back to her later.

I slipped out of the room silently, making my way down the dimly lit hallway, tip-toeing down the stairs. I could see the light in the lounge was still on. Were Marcel and Al still awake?

Ok… I don’t want them to hear me leaving. Wait, Al has like supersonic hearing; he’ll know either way, and