𝘼 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜...
Zara Crones, a strong and ambitious Omega with a troubled past, suddenly finds that her own backyard is piling up with bodies. And to make matters worse, those six bodies have only belonged t...
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Placing her overnight bag on the side of the entryway, Zara let the detective standing behind her pass through the door. The sound of his suitcase rolling on the floor basked the quiet air. Nate's eyes traveled across the space that consisted of both the living room and half of her kitchen.
"Welcome to my humble abode," she mumbled sarcastically beside him.
"Nice," he quipped back, making her turn to see the beginnings of a smile start to unfurl at the corner of his lips. "It's really... homey."
Moving her eyes to the living area, she tried to view it as he saw it. Zara noted that the place did, in fact, looked lived in. And comfy. Very, very comfy.
Throw covers and pillows covered the couch and round ottoman placed on the floor. On the side of the couch, resting up against the wall, laid a ladder filled with more blankets, all in various shades. Warm colors decorated the rest of the place, throwing out a zen vibe to the room.
Blushing slightly, she shrugged her shoulders. "So I like to be comfortable in my own home. There's nothing wrong with that."
"Absolutely," Nate replied swiftly, agreeing. "It looks well lived in—which is a nice change to see. Many cops don't get to actually live in their houses, with us always being on call, so they don't try to make their place livable."
Gesturing at the area around them with his hand, he finished off, "but you, you made the effort. One that shows a lot about your character."
Brow furrowed and curious to what he meant, Zara opened her mouth to ask him, only to be left alone as he walked further into the house.
"W-What, hey!"
She followed him as he looked into the master bedroom and bath, opening and checking each one out before closing the door and continuing on his way. He did this for the next few minutes, silent grunts of approval slipping out of his mouth whenever he saw something to his liking.
"How long have you lived here?"
The question, not expected, brought her attention back to him. Nate closed the door to the guest room, turning to face her. She noticed that the suitcase he was carrying was nowhere in sight, and deducted that he had left it inside the room.
"About five years, give or take."
"Right after finishing the academy?" his astonished voice caused a warm flush to spread across her cheeks.
"Yeah. I wanted a bit more space than the apartments offered to the newly recruit officers."
Nate chuckled softly, nodding his head. "I get it. Did the same thing when I graduated from there. So that means that you're 27? 28?"
Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart froze for a split second. Like a sweet melody, her mother's voice whispered against her ear. Warning her to not reveal anything personal about herself.
