Wrong Place Wrong Time Book Summary Mga Nobela at Kwento

"We are here for business, Ms. Perez. There is no need for defensiveness." He offered no apology. Neither of them did. In fact, as I looked from Killian’s smug grin to Kade’s unwavering stare, a chilling realization took root: they were enjoying this. My distress was merely another facet of the "culture" they were so keen on exploring. The rest of the morning was a train wreck in slow motion. I tried to lose myself in work, but the office had transformed into a hive of speculation. Whenever I stepped out toward the breakroom, the silence that followed me was more deafening than any shout.

The moment he mentioned that month, the memories came rushing back so clearly that even then, I still could not forget them. It was early spring. The three of us had gone into the mountains near White Horse Abbey to gather herbs. Behind the Abbey, I found a young woman dressed in men's clothing, covered head to toe in blood. Bryson thought it looked troublesome and immediately wanted to leave. Griffin was terrified of getting involved and kept urging me not to interfere. For some reason, I just could not walk away. I carried her home on my back and took care of her for an entire month.

But I wasn’t about to admit it. ___ The next few days had passed in a blur of awkward domestic routines. Breakfast again, lunch handled awkwardly because I didn’t know where anything was, and every small collision in the hall made my pulse skip. Adrian was always moving with purpose; I moved with chaos. And yet, our movements started to align accidentally. Passing in the hallway, our shoulders brushed. It was small, but enough to make me flinch, and I swear I saw a flicker in his eyes that wasn’t irritation.