NARRATOR'S POV
"I will talk to him if you want me to," Taylor told Eliza as she brought a cup of warm hot cocoa to her exhausted friend.
After a solid two hours had passed in the graveyard since the departure of Rowen, Eliza had nervously pondered over where to go and Taylor came to her mind as she remembered Rowen's less fondness for her human friend. Eliza knew if she had to take refuge somewhere, it had to be somewhere he barely visited, so Taylor was it.
Taylor was on the phone, flirting with someone when Eliza threw stones at her window. It took Taylor some time to acknowledge it, as there was music playing in the room and she was on cloud nine, rolling around the floor, smiling at herself, and squeezing her n****e at the words from the receiver. One could easily say it was Demet
