Chapter 946 What Did You See?
- Skye
- Abby slouches in one of the firm, slightly worn armchairs in my office, picking fluff from the seams while I hurriedly answer several emails. She tilts her head, watching me like a hawk, her bright, nearly-white blonde hair falling over her shoulder in a platinum sheet.
- I glance at her, huffing a breath, and ask, “What?”