Chapter 23

No more of the norm I’d gotten so used to in the few weeks I’d had it. Cristo’s presence, unexpected antics, his eyes so intense that I’d never realized how desperate they really were.

“Greece, huh.” I pondered aloud as I sat in a loveseat, overlooking Gangnam’s still crowded street. The occasional cyclist would squeeze against streams of dark cotton and leather that were heading down towards the clubs. Koreans held their alcohol.

I’d hear the occasional police siren in the distance. My lone lightbulb overhead flickered sadly as it drew slow and dying moths to it.

“Greece?” Blair asked, confused.

I snapped out of my reverie immediately, realizing I wasn’t in the hotel room.

“Oh, sorry.” I blinked quickly and shook my head with an apologetic smile, “I was somewhere else in my head. Some holiday.”

“I took a while, I believe…” she nodded, eyeing me with concern. She was perched on the edge of her desk, hands placed elegantly on the edge to hold herself as she leaned forward. A red stilet