PEARL'S POV:
The clock strikes two. I watch as the red digits repeatedly blink on the black small black box. It is inevitable. Charles and I are about to have it out while Erik sits and listens through the walls. Staring at the clock is giving me too much time to think. I lay and think of Erik. He was acting like two different people. At the park, he went from protective and flirtatious and fun, but when we arrived at the hotel, his mood switched. Like he faked everything the whole time to bring me home. I thought that was the case, but once again, his when the elderly couple got on the elevator... boom. Yet, another side of Erik. If he ever finds a mate again, she would have to be a strong woman to put up with the likes of him.
Two-forty. Oh, look. The clock finally changed again. I
