Haphazardly putting on a T-shirt and denims, I shoved my revolver in my pocket and wildly ran my hands through my hair before stomping out. Amara was fast asleep and I scowled at how badly I didn't want to go. Something crazy must have happened otherwise Xavier wouldn't sound like that and here and yet here I was, wanting to go to bed with my girlfriend. Maybe it was time that I resigned from my position.
As silently as I could manage, I pulled on my shoes and headed for the door. But before I could walk out, something stopped me. I glanced back at her and felt a bit uneasy. What if she gets those terrifying panic attacks again? Though I don't think she will care if she wakes up and finds me missing, I still walked back and grabbing a post-it from the nightstand, quickly jotted a small n
