ELIANA
The evening settled faster than I expected. One moment the light coming through the window was pale and bright and the next it had deepened into something darker, the day sliding away quietly while I sat on the edge of the bed doing absolutely nothing useful with it.
Cassandra had not returned back and so had Don.
The room had been mine and the dead man's exclusively for hours and while I had grown accustomed to a lot of things in my life, sharing a room with a body that was beginning to announce itself with a terrible smell was not something I intended to simply adjust to.
I could smell it now, in that particular smell that had no polite way of being described and no amount of ignoring that made it go away.
I rose from the bed slowly.
