LOGINANYTAâS POVâYou know you're actually kinda of a liarâŚââWow.âI blew out a laugh as I met my bestfriendâs gaze through the computer screen.âYou aren't going to ask me why I made that statement?âClay shrugged, briefly poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek. âI usually don't ask questions about answers I'm not completely ready for.ââWell I'm gonna tell you anyways.ââOf course you would,â he chuckled.I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. âYou told me you were finally getting into dating but I haven't seen or heard anything about you going on one since then.âHe arched one straight, full eyebrow, âthat doesn't make me a liar though.ââIt does if you don't actually plan on getting into the dating scene again.âClay opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it and smirked sweetly. âYou're lucky I don't argue with pretty women.ââWhat about the ones you don't find pretty?âHe shrugged, âI don't argue with them either. And for the record, I always find something prett
SIENNAâS POVâWhat are you watching?âGrandma Jo barely spared me a glance before turning her focus back to the television.The lack of warmth in her demeanour almost discouraged me. But I held the plate firmer and walked fully into the living room.âGeneral hospital,â she finally replied.There was a pause and she looked me dead in the eye, âit's been running since 1963, amazing right?ââVery,â I replied genuinely, chuckling. âAnd you've been watching it since then?ââPretty much,â she turned back to the television, adjusting in her seat.âAnd you're not bored of it?âShe shrugged, âthey never repeated episodes, Why'd I be bored?âI pursed my lips, then arched my brows as I nodded. âThat's good logic, I suppose.ââYou can sit with me if you want,â Grandma Jo said.I did. Sitting close enough to smell her expensive vanilla perfume.âI uhâŚI made you a sandwich.âGrandma Jo turned her head slowly, her eyes sharp despite her age. Those eyes had always unnerved me. They missed nothing. Sh
CLAYâS POVThe elevator doors slid open with a soft whoosh, and I stepped into the foyer of my penthouse.The walk from my car to the elevator had left the wound under my feet throbbing, making me limp a bit.âFinally,â I sighed as the dim lighting enveloped me, a warm contrast to the bright LA sunset I'd left behind.I crossed the living room and tossed the manila file onto the marble console table.Next, I gently placed my keys beside it and shrugged off my jacket.The air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers, my housekeeper must've restocked the vases again.The city's sounds faded into the background, replaced by the gentle hum of the air conditioning and the soft gill of water trickling from the wall fountain.âAggie?â I called, tossing my jacket at the couch.There was no answer. I paused mid-movement and listened. That was when I heard the soft croon of music coming from the direction of the kitchen.I was bone-tired. The kind of tired that sat behind my eyes and weighted
ANYTA'S POVThe old lady's hardened as she folded her hands on the table. âI said Siennaâs planning something stinky. I just haven't found out what yet.âMy stomach tightened. I tightened my fingers around the fork and swallowed again as I felt my brows knit together. âWhy do you think that?âShe waved a dismissive hand, as though this were obvious. âSheâs been acting⌠strange.âI took a bite then, chewing as Grandma Jo began to explain, her voice calm but edged with caution.âWent into the kitchen earlier this week to talk to the new cook. Sienna was there. Acted all sweet and way too eager to please.â She shook her head, a disapproving look on her face.âCan you believe she said she wants to learn how to cook?âI paused mid-chew. âThatâs it?âGrandma Joâs lips pressed together. âThatâs how it starts. She's trying toâŚhumanise herself.âA snort burst out of me before I could stop it. âGrandmaâŚSienna is human.ââYou don't understand.âI swallowed and let out another small laugh, unable
ANYTAâS POVThe glow of the computer screen cast muted blue light over my fingers as I scrolled through listings.Auctions, blogs, social media posts which I was beginning to think were engagement baits, archivesâŚmore auctions.I pressed my fingers to my forehead as I narrowed my tired eyes a bit, briefly wondering whether to get anti-blue light glasses.I was scrolling through and checking out anything that might hold a more detailed information than some random articles with vague descriptions.Right now I was on Reddit. And besides a few jumpscare posts about Everett and our club incident from months ago, it was mostly a peaceful surf.The scent of garlic and cream hit me just before a plate slid gently onto the table in front of me.Pasta Alfredo.I looked up just in time to see Grandma Joâs hands resting briefly on my shoulders, squeezing affection into my bones the way only she could.âWhat are you doing?â she asked, peering down at the screen with curiosity that was more fond t
CLAYâS POVI pressed a finger to the almost invisible earpiece tucked against the shell of my ear and grumbled, âPhil, for the third time, send me the combination for the lock. Right now.âThere was a pause on the line, followed by an unmistakable crunchy, chewing sound.âYou need to relax,â Phil said stuffily around what sounded like chips. âIâm literally about to send it.âI clenched my jaw. âIf you donât stop eating in my ear, I swear Iâll whoop your ass the second Iâm out of this.âHe laughed, completely unbothered. âYou say that every time. And you never do.ââThatâs because I keep forgiving your nonsense. Stop stuffing your face and do your job!.ââIâm literally just having my first snack of the day,â he said cheerfully. âCheck your phone.âI shifted my weight, back pressed to the concrete wall of the corridor.My senses were alert despite the casual tone of the conversation.This wasnât a place for mistakes. The hum of a generator was low and constant, the air cooler than it sh







