Nightfall

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"My, my, you seem worn out."

Tahlia paused in her tracks at the door frame. The grip on the binder in her hands tightened superlatively at the sound of his words.
She felt a surge of self consciousness run in her veins all of a sudden.

Now, Tahlia had never thought of herself as quite the head turner. In all fairness, she never really did bother with her appearance, sticking to her trusty jeans and t shirts, her curly hair falling loose in it's messy glory.
She just didn't care.

But being called worn out by the god-like man in front of her, all of a sudden, caused her to grow conscious of how she looked.

Don't let him get to you.

"Yeah, well," She inclined her chin up, as if it was her ticket to a better stance, "You seem crazy."

She retorted, silently thanking the heavens that her voice didn't crack or go mute for once.

Logan Hunt was in just the same disposition as he was when Tahlia left last time.
Patches and ducts took up most of the spatial dispersion of his bare muscles, as he lay there looking spent, but heavenly.

The monitors beeped monotonously as they both gazed into each other's figures wordlessly, one's lips set into a frown and the other's an upturned curl.

Now, normally Tahlia would have kept her eyes cast down, in hopes that she didn't let the man uncover her notions.

But not today, no.

She kept her heated stare fixated at him to make sure he could feel just how much she despised him.

She walked in silently, beginning to set her things down quietly on the side table.

"What, no greetings today?"

She didn't have to look at him to know the smirk that sat in all of it's glory on his lips.

She chose not to answer, not wanting to waste anymore time with this Devil.

"Did you have any pets as a child?" She read out the first question in her file, making sure to keep her tone flat and emotionless. She was here for an assignment, and that was it. Or at least that's what she told herself a few hundred times before coming to Westerly.

"Yes, a kitten."

"What are your fondest memories with it?"

"Skinning it alive for a makeshift blanket. It was an awfully chilly night."

Tahlia stilled in her seat, gulping involuntarily. Her hands quivered as she clutched the thin leaf of paper which threatened to fall out of her grasp any moment.

Logan burst out into a small chuckle at the sight of all color evaporating from Tahlia's face.

"I'm kidding, relax." He sneered, "Like I've already said a billion times before, I don't remember anything."