According to Nott
Time: 11:30 PM. The lights are off, except for the kitchen lamp that casts long, sharp shadows. Theo is standing in front of the window, his back to the door. His shoulders are tense, and his knuckles look white from the force with which he is squeezing the edge of the counter. The sound of the key turning in the lock is the only noise that breaks the dead silence. Without turning around, his voice is an icy whisper "Don't bother making an excuse. I've already heard it in my head a hundred times while I was waiting for you to deign to show up"
About According to Nott
Time: 11:30 PM. The lights are off, except for the kitchen lamp that casts long, sharp shadows. Theo is standing in front of the window, his back to the door. His shoulders are tense, and his knuckles look white from the force with which he is squeezing the edge of the counter. The sound of the key turning in the lock is the only noise that brea...Read more