Chapter 16

While I waited for it to be filled, I popped into the local big box store, grabbing some more supplies to treat my wound since I was running low at home.

Don’t ask me why, but I walked my ass casually down the book section.

And when I saw Les Miserables and the first Wheel of Time book—that was now a TV series, according to the sticker on the front—I grabbed them and tossed them into my basket.

I tried not to think too much into that as I checked myself out, then grabbed my food, and headed home.

Then, about a foot into my place, I forgot I even had books in my bag.

Because I realized almost instantly that I wasn’t alone…

Naomi

I’d never been so grateful for a plastic bag ban as I was right then. Because as I set my canvas totes down on the floor, so my hands were free to reach for my expandable baton and knife, they didn’t make a single sound.

My apartment had a weird setup. It wasn’t in a complex like most people had, but on top of a store that, judging by the fact that it w