The Bunny shadow

Chapter 8

Y/N POV

My shift ended.

I got up from my chair and set out to find Amy. I walked down the long hallway until I spotted her at the end of the room, deeply engrossed in a painting. Slowly, I approached her quietly and stood beside her. In front of us was a painting of two people, a man and a woman, embracing.

"Amy, if you want it, I can give it to you."

She looked at me and shook her head.

"I was just... just thinking." She blinked twice, then closed her eyes and shook her head.

"About what?"

"If he killed Lucian, does that mean he'll kill me too?"

"I would never let that happen!" I said it too loudly, but I was sincere. I would never let him lay a hand on Amy. No way.

She shrugged and gave a bitter smile. "I was just thinking, like I said... Shall we go?"

I watched her with concern. I bit my lip, unsure of what to say, but I would stake my life on making sure nothing happened to her. I swear.

"Okay."

We left the gallery and headed to her car. We got in, and I buckled my seatbelt as Amy turned on the radio. The music played just loud enough for us to hear, but still quiet enough for conversation. She started driving, her gaze fixed firmly on the road.

"Do you want to watch a movie tonight?" she suggested.

"Hmmm, why not? Sure."

"Great, I'll get us some fucking wine and pizza. Is that okay?"

"Yah! You know it is!" I tried to make her laugh-I just wanted her to stop being so tense. Her shoulders relaxed, and she smiled. Finally!

I looked out the window. The weather is pretty messed up, clouds gathering. There'll be rain. Just don't start now. At least bless me with that, God.

One thing I'm grateful for is that Amy lives really close to the gallery. One more turn, and we're in front of her apartment.

She grabbed her purse and took out the keys, handing them to me.

I took them.

"I'm going to get everything we need, and you... I don't know, take a bath or something."

"I think I will, thanks."

"You know my apartment, you know where my clothes are."

"Of course." I smiled and got out of the car. She honked and drove off.

I entered her building and went up to the second floor, shoved the keys into the lock, and opened the door. I closed the door behind me, setting the keys and my phone on the table.

I walked into her room, which was so typically her. LED lights adorned the corners of the walls, a large bed sat in the middle of the room, and it looked comfortable enough just by glancing at it.

Next to the bed was a small white nightstand. I could only imagine what she kept in there, but I didn't want to invade her privacy.

I went to her closet-she really loves clothes. I pulled out a white T-shirt and gray sweatpants. I bit my lip-would it be okay if I borrowed her underwear? I hope she won't be mad; we have similar figures. I grabbed a black bra and... oh god, does she only have thongs? You've got to be kidding me...

Fine, tomorrow I'm going to my place to get my clothes.

I took them and headed to the bathroom. I set the clothes on the sink and walked over to the tub. She has such a nice apartment, and who doesn't love huge bathrooms? I turned on the hot water.

I took off my shirt.

Thump.

I froze for a moment-was I imagining it?

My pulse quickened, and I felt like my heart was about to burst out of my chest. Panicked, I looked toward the bathroom door. I stood still for a moment, then cracked the door open and peeked out.

No one was there.

With trembling hands, I shut the door.

Either I'm imagining things.

Or I'm paranoid.

I frowned, then leaned in against the door and truly didn't hear anything. Fine, fuck this.

I walked over to the tub and turned off the water. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and let my body sink into the hot water.

I rested my head on the edge of the tub, feeling as relaxed as possible in the warm water. The pressure of the hot water eased my muscles.

Okay, Y/N, don't think about anything.

After a good twenty minutes, I got up and got dressed. I would've stayed longer, but something kept sending chills down my spine, telling me to stay on guard.

I left the bathroom and sat on the couch. The apartment door opened, and Amy walked in. She closed the door and came over to me. I took the large pizza box from her hands and placed it on the table in front of me.

She held the wine in one hand and walked to the kitchen, grabbing two glasses. She flopped down beside me on the couch. She opened the bottle and poured us each a glass. We clinked our glasses together, and Amy sank her whole body into the couch.

"Till death do us part."

I looked at her. I didn't know how to comfort her. I'm sure it's not easy hanging out with a friend who's being hunted by a serial killer, a criminal, a mafia member, or whatever he was.

"Amy, how about we eat and then rest a bit?"

"Good idea. I'm sleepy and really hungry."

We dug into the pizza, and when we were done, I walked into the guest room.

I closed the door, and a scream almost escaped me when, in a split second, a large hand clamped over my mouth, my eyes widening.

"Hello, love."