↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐋𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 ー 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

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For the next five days, Grayson persists. Much like Lorelei he won't take no for an answer. Each time he's turned away he sees it as a challenge.

Day 1

Grayson barely steps out of the elevator when Lorelei marches over, shoving him back into the gold cube. "Absolutely not." She hits the button for the ground floor and watches the doors slide shut. 

Day 2

"Get out!" Lorelei points to the elevator he manages to free a single foot from. He grumbles and draws back, unwillingly hitting the button for the ground floor.

Day 3

Lorelei pauses with the spoon embedded in the cookie dough ice cream. "I'm going to murder you," she informs bluntly. "With a spoon." Her eyes narrow. Grayson bites his tongue and walks out.

Day 4

Grayson makes it as far as the kitchen before he's met with a disgruntled Lorelei. She silently jabs her finger in the direction of the elevator, not once dropping her arm until he's descending the floors.

Day 5

Lorelei scoffs, heading away from the flight of stairs to reach the car parked outside of the complex. Knuckles bang against the window until it slides down.

"So now you're loitering outside in your car."

"Give her this." He hands over a pink smoothie.

"The only thing stopping me from throwing this in your face is because it's for her."

Grayson stares her down while he brings the window back up. She rolls her eyes and storms up the steps, shoving through the glass doors.

Present day

Sierra bravely peers over the edge of the balcony, mouth turning upside down at the insane drop below. It still leaves her giddy to be so high up but for now it's tolerable at least.

Footsteps close in. "I come bearing more gifts." Lorelei holds up the items. "Coffee and bagels today. You're a lucky woman." She raises her brows and leaves them on the table.

"I don't deserve this."

"Stay longer, make them grovel." Lorelei joins her by resting her arms on the railing.

She rolls her eyes jokingly. "I'd only be hurting myself more."

"Well from what I've heard you're making progress. This will be over soon enough."

"Hopefully." She stares at the black blob that is his car. A vague smile forms.

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Rogue twists his body sideways to enter the bedroom, rolling his wide shoulders once inside. He takes a seat on the bed. "Hey darlin'."

Sierra instantly curls up to him. "I messed up again." Her words are muffled against his leather jacket.

He shushes her. "This head of yours is fragile. Don't go blamin' yourself for wantin' to keep your family alive."