“You aimed a Taser at him?” Perrin popped back up to look at her. She looked like a mischievous modern-day angel wrapped in a tight, over-scale herringbone-print hoodie. “Did you shoot him?”
“Non!” She’d never shot anyone except a training mannequin. “Though I came close, he did very much scare me.” And then this morning he’d been gone before she’d woken up. No note or anything, not that there was any reason he would leave one. She was nosy enough to peek in the other bedroom and see that his pack was still on the floor and the covers looked as if he’d slept on top of them and then not bothered to straighten it all up afterwards.
Did she like or dislike the implication that he would be returning? She wasn’t sure. They would have to talk it over, she wasn’t exactly in the mood to cohabit
