By the time Cyrus comes back, I’m completely wrapped up into the research, buried inside the theories and lately unsuccessful experiments. The more I go through them, the deeper the frown on my face is. I can just feel the crease between my eyebrows growing bigger and bigger.
When the door opens, my gaze shoots up and I flinch in fear, surprised by the sudden sound that cuts through the air. The thing is, my cat is completely quiet, because she’s sleeping like a baby. Well, maybe not now anymore.
Cyrus freezes in surprise. Firstly, because I flinch like he just caught me doing something illegal. Secondly, because I’m sitting on his chair. And lastly, because I’m going through the research right in his office, even if he doesn’t want to see it.
I send him a sheepish smile. “Hey,” I greet
