She hadn't even hissed in pain as she cleaned up and slid in. He wanted to believe she knew how to take a hit.
His hand slowly inched closer to her, just shy from her hair. She moved the phone away from her face and looked around, perturbed. And then she chuckled.
"No such thing as ghosts," she said before going back to work. Ladislas froze before he bit his lip in amusement.
He watched her switch the phone off and then drift off to sleep. He didn't know how long he sat there, but when he got up, it was already light outside. He huffed and gave her one last look before going back to his home.
Penelope was still sleeping, so he sat in the living room, cooking up what to do next.
The wonders of modern technology were that using her caller ID app could tell you exactly whose number you had on your hands.
