Chapter 19 Stefan

• Sadie stays on the rooftop until the last guest has been poured into the car service we've provided for tonight. She thanks the band personally and helps coil their cables. She helps the staff to pick up stray glasses and empty beer bottles, then fills crates with dirty dishware ready to go down to the catering van. Hell, she'd probably ride there tonight and single-handedly load all their dishwashers if she could.
• "Oh no you don't." Snagging her wrist as Sadie moves to follow the last hired staff off the roof, I hold her back. "You're done for tonight, sweetheart. Take those shoes off."
• She's been hobbling for the last hour when she thinks no one is watching. Well, joke's on Sadie, because I'm always watching, and she can't hide her aching feet from me.