Emma's legs dangled as she sat waiting for Clyde, who was taking forever in the washroom. Thoughts flooded her kind, including her unanswered questions about the Carrington her parents had mentioned during her encounter with the Nashgur. How could she start a conversation with Clyde about that without raising his suspicion?The creaking of the door brought her attention back to reality. Clyde's cold expression hadn't faded. What was he so angry about? “You haven't gone to bed?” he questioned, keeping his focus on the wardrobe. It hit him that there was nothing appropriate there for him to dress in. He had to go back to his room because the clothes there were just a few unused shirts that weren't his favorites to dress in.Emma mustered the courage to tease him. Not tease, say her kind. “I was waiting for you?”“Why?” he bluntly asked.Emma couldn't believe her eyes. She felt like they had been pricked by a pin from that ridiculous question. “What do you mean by why?” Quirking his thi
Once Clyde's almost bare body hit the cold weather of the night outside, he slammed his fist into the nearest wall with so much strength that it cracked. He was furious with himself for hurting Emma and more angry with the Moon Goddess for putting him in a situation like this.“If I did something wrong, find another way to punish me! Not this way!” he yelled into the night sky through the top to floor window in his wing, the stars looking down on him. His heart rate went over the top, his adrenaline pumping like gas trying to fill a car's tank.Clyde went straight to his room, changing into track pants, a sweatshirt, and black sneakers. All the veins on his forehead almost popped out of anger. Clyde went to his drawer on the left side of his wardrobe and took out a wad of cash. He hardly spent money, as almost everything was taken care of by his people. Tonight, he would find a need to spend. Some kind of distraction.He inhaled sharply and took to flight. He wanted some refreshing ai
The countdown began and shortly after, the bulky man and Clyde had the tank's pipes fixed to their mouths. Much cheering and applause from around got them excited. The bartender was worried. She had witnessed Clyde consuming powerful content only for him to join a drinking contest. Either he was crazy or he really wanted to die from intoxication.Clyde looked over at her, he was so unbothered. He winked at her and then proceeded to gulp his share of the beer. With what he has consumed before now, he should be unconscious, but no. There he was waving energetically as they got praises.None of them was backing down, and his challenger's eyes were going wide with discomfort. He was becoming pale with every passing second. Clyde knew it was a matter of time before his opponent passed out. The feeling of coming out victorious excited him. He loved to conquer all things.“Residents of Minnesota have been advised to stay in and obey the ongoing curfew due to the serial killer on the loose,”
Before his eyes, Clyde saw the killer wearing the same outfit he wore on the same days those killings happened. Even tonight, he wore the same thing, walked just like him, and made sure that he didn't avoid the CCTV of the city. He deliberately wanted to leave traces. Clyde knew the answer. He knew who it was. Most of all, he knew that Carrington had something to do with it. He was taunting him. He wanted to draw him out.The iPad was broken as he also flung it on the war, shattering whatever was left. This was his battle to fight silently, he couldn't give out details. And that was why Carrington was doing it because he already knew that Clyde would have to solely fight this battle.They all waited for him to say something. Anything. Clyde kept quiet, rubbing his chin. “Dismissed,” he mumbled, walking out. Most were left in confusion. On other days, Emily would have run after him to try to sort out things. However, she remained seated, having earlier received a dose of his short temp
Heavily exhaling, she drummed her fingers on the window of her car. “Emily, I'll repeat myself just once. Get away from my car.”“Oh, someone is hurt. Don't be a crybaby. You knew that his heart belonged somewhere else before agreeing to this. You knew that I'll always come first and that he would always come back to me, no matter how hard you fight to get his attention. Honey, quit the drama and go back inside until he instructs otherwise.”“What am I? A dog? A prisoner? The last time I checked, I'm neither answerable to you nor Clyde. Now, move out of the way, or I'll move your ass myself. Why don't you go back to your man and let me be?”Chuckling, “don't you want to hear all the amazing things I did to him that you couldn't do? How he told me that I was better than you? Oh, don't get me started, sugar. I'm the only person that Clyde still cuddles after sex. No other girl has experienced that with him because I'm the only one who takes good care of his heart.”Emma's phone chimed an
Clyde was intensively staring into Emma's eyes when her phone began to buzz, breaking the silence. She hissed, grabbing it. It was Allen again, and this time he sounded impatient.“Emma, get to the department immediately. There’s a lead on the serial killer.”“I ran into some difficulty. I’m coming.”Allen ended the call.Emma, shoved Clyde hard in the chest, not having any of his drama as he was wasting her time. He was a big boy, so her impact had little effect, but Clyde willingly moved out of the way for her to saunter to the wardrobe.“You fucking cost me a button on my shirt,” she ranted, unbuttoning and shimmering out of the shirt. She didn’t care if the mountain of a man was still standing there.She ran her fingers through the rack of clothes, choosing a blue top that went well with her pants and loafers. Putting it on, “Clyde, I’m leaving her. Don’t try to stop me because it wouldn’t end well,” she warned with seriousness. “My job fucking needs me.”Throwing up his hand in
Snaking his arm over her seat, Liam reached in with his other hand to unbuckle her seat belt. “You do know that you will have to get out at some point,” she reminded her with a heavenly smile across his face.“I know,” she mumbled. “This is on you and Clyde.”Liam chuckled, getting out of the car. Emma took a second to fix her hair and rumpled top. Before she reached the door, Liam had opened it for her, creating a magnet for more attention.She nonchalantly got out, avoiding eye contact. In a hurry, she went to her unit with Liam walking closely behind her. She heard whispering in every corner she crossed. If the ground could open, she would have willingly buried herself due to shyness.“Nice of you to get your butt here,” Allen acknowledged, throwing a surprising glance at Liam. He examined him from hair to toe, smirking. “Could he be the reason for this Nonchalance, Miss Watson? He’s quite a catch, I must say.”Extending his hand at once, “not at all. Although I will be lucky to ha
The briefing lasted a conflicting two hours, of which Emma spent paying little attention. She had questions upon questions pounding in her head. Things she hoped that Clyde would deny. The briefing came to an end, with everyone returning to the department to continue cracking the case in different units, trying as much as possible to find a motive for the killing.Emma, with her broken spirit, was the last to leave behind Allen and two other officers. Before she got to the door, trying to sneak out and not get the attention of the Chief, he saw her and immediately halted her. “Miss Watson? A word with you,” his unfriendly face geared.Emma looked out to find Liam, who had gathered snacks in his hand while chatting with some of the officers. He looked and sounded so excited to be there with everyone. He had a way of winning would and making everyone feel comfortable with him. That kind of friend you could talk to when you’re feeling sad and drained and who you trust to cheer you up,