Chapter 33

**** Beta Jayvon ****

Her apartment is located in a cheap neighborhood with dirty, dangerous streets. Enzi would die if he knew this was where his treasured princess was living. I pick the lock, a skill I learned a couple of years ago when I realized that she taught herself how to pick locks in order to escape us. I was surprised at how easy it was to open an allegedly locked door. The wolf hearing helped. I click the door closed behind me and take a minute to survey the apartment from the door, knowing I'd need to make sure I leave everything exactly as I found it. Pulling out my iPhone, I take a few shots of her apartment from every angle from my spot at the door for later reference.

She's neat, neater than I was at 21, that's for damn sure. Not crazy neat like an OCD maniac, it's more like she's a minimalist. Then it clicks.

Perhaps she's a minimalist by necessity. There's not a lot here that's deeply personal. Some photos I see as I start to wander around her living room area.