Debbie
“What did you do, Debbie?”
“Where's Chloe?”
The voice echoed from the top of the stairs. I looked up. Black was standing there, leaning against the railing. He was wearing those brown pajamas I used to think looked sophisticated. Now, they just made him look small. Like a minor playing dress up. He looked more like a goat than a wolf.
I didn't say a word. I just furrowed my brows and stared at him, not really sure where those questions were coming from.
“I’m talking to you!” he barked, his voice cracking with a weird desperation. “You’ve been gone for days. No calls. No messages. You just vanished and then walk in here looking like… like that?”
I tilted my head, already getting fed up with his nonsense because this was the least thing I had expected. A cheating man, asking his
