My whereabouts for the day were unknown to Cole. In fact, I hadn’t spoken to him in days. Not since finishing a bottle of gin with him, then waking up the following morning with my nose lodged at his throat, and then sneaking out as his fingers twitched in his sleep from the loss of me. It wasn’t beyond his means to find me, though. The prospect agitated me, ensuring I constantly peered over my shoulders for his sudden appearance. Some of my agitation came from wanting to feel important enough to be hunted down.
