Too Beautiful for the Alpha
I will be good at this.
I set the diary to the side and get up from my bed. Broken lamps were swiped up, bookshelves were picked up, things were back to normal besides the shattered ones. Alpha Grant is gone, so I make my way down the hall and into his bedroom. There's his scent again, but I power through it and venture into the bathroom. It too is dark. The tiles in the shower are dark, the counter is a dark granite, and the towels are a deep grey. I open the cabinet under the first sink and feel around the top, but there's nothing, so I go to the next and feel for the slot, and I find it. My heart races as I take something out, a razor, a broken one. How? How could it still be there?
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