It's been three days since my attempt to find the dream interpreter and the attack on Devville.
I hated myself for the past seventy-two hours.
Each second I find my mind drifting to those men who were badly injured, to the risk Cole and his men were taking, to the mess I created, and to Alice.
"Cat," Cole said, wrecking my train of thoughts.
It was him basically saying he was done with the library. I stood up and followed him back to his office. For the past seventy-two hours, I have become the little assistant he never had, always following him wherever he goes throughout the day. And at night, I sleep in Jessica's room. Not even one minute to myself, but I guess I deserve worse.
"Did they agree to stay?" I asked him while sinking into the three seater couch in the office.
"Yes, they did."
