The apartment felt empty for a while after Carlos left. He’d run of with his tails between his legs, cursing and swearing the entire time. But he’d made no comment about his money, so Dante quietly promised himself he would cash those checks as soon as possible. There wasn’t enough time to get anything done now, but still enough time that it went by dreadfully slow.
Dante sat on the couch, an apple in hand. He could feel the poison in it, now. Not just a simple, mu. . .
“Who sent you these apples?”
The man wandered around Dante’s office, obviously no serious problem plaguing him. Gwen sat off to the side, paper pad in hand, writing down everything. Or at least Dante hoped. He looked over to the basket on the table and shrugged.
“I don’t know. Gwen, who sent them?”
Gwen looked over at him, eyebrows raised. Dante raised his back, and finally she got up to check, though her jaw set and eyes narrowed.
“Is there ev. . .
“Who sent you these apples?”
The man wandered around Dante’s office, obviously no serious problem plaguing him. Gwen sat off to the side, paper pad in hand, writing down everything. Or at least Dante hoped. He looked over to the basket on the table and shrugged.
“I don’t know. Gwen, who sent them?”
Gwen looked over at him, eyebrows raised. Dante raised his back, and finally she got up to check, though her jaw set and eyes narrowed.
“Is there ev. . .
Of course it wasn’t new to Dante. He’d seen just about every kind of creature out there. In fact, he’d seen one just like this girl the last time he’d gone out with Phineas. What had that kid been, a wombat? Something like that. Of course, this girl wasn’t a wombat.
In the blink of an eye, her clothes fell over her and she shrunk down. When she managed to shake the clothing off herself, a little auburn head appeared, much the same tone as her hair. But now, it was fur.. . .
Of course it wasn’t new to Dante. He’d seen just about every kind of creature out there. In fact, he’d seen one just like this girl the last time he’d gone out with Phineas. What had that kid been, a wombat? Something like that. Of course, this girl wasn’t a wombat.
In the blink of an eye, her clothes fell over her and she shrunk down. When she managed to shake the clothing off herself, a little auburn head appeared, much the same tone as her hair. But now, it was fur.. . .
It didn’t matter that it was midday with the sun as high as it could ever get over her head, Gwen didn’t feel safe leaving the house. It wasn’t that he’d follow her; he was fast asleep at midday. But if he did wake up, he’d know where she was, and if he wanted to, he could easily track her down. She risked it, though, because she was desperate and had no other choice. Even if he did catch her, what was the worst he could do?
She wished the man hadn’t changed the ad. . .
It didn’t matter that it was midday with the sun as high as it could ever get over her head, Gwen didn’t feel safe leaving the house. It wasn’t that he’d follow her; he was fast asleep at midday. But if he did wake up, he’d know where she was, and if he wanted to, he could easily track her down. She risked it, though, because she was desperate and had no other choice. Even if he did catch her, what was the worst he could do?
She wished the man hadn’t changed the ad. . .
Dante spotted his unopened letter the moment he stepped back into the apartment. His heart rate picked up, and he rushed for it, desperate to see who it was from and what they had to say. Desperate to find out before Phineas got home. Because after all this time to consider, he knew there was only one group it could be from.
As the front door clicked closed behind him, he ripped the top of the envelope and pulled the enclosed letter out, flicking it open.
“D. . .
Dante spotted his unopened letter the moment he stepped back into the apartment. His heart rate picked up, and he rushed for it, desperate to see who it was from and what they had to say. Desperate to find out before Phineas got home. Because after all this time to consider, he knew there was only one group it could be from.
As the front door clicked closed behind him, he ripped the top of the envelope and pulled the enclosed letter out, flicking it open.
“D. . .
Dante strode over to the door, shutting it just as the other door across the room inched open. He turned around to see a pair of brown eyes peaking out at him, fixed on him. Dante looked to the window and sighed.
“Sun’s still up.”
“Then close the curtains.”
Dante stood there a moment, debating. He loved the sunset, it was his favourite time of day. More than anything, he was bitter the twins had woken this one before the sun had fully set. He . . .
