From The Grey House:
Vincent stood with his hand on the doorknob, regarding the haggard looking woman in front of him. She had wiped away some of the blood, but there were still small traces. Her eye was starting to puff up, as was her nose and lip.
“Natalia, what a surprise.”
“We’re not done.”
“Shall we go to my office?”
She took the offered arm and they walked back to the cozy room in silence. He closed the door after letting her in, choosing to take a seat at his desk. After a moment’s hesitation, she sat at one of the chairs, trying to get comfortable. She ended up perched on the edge of the seat.
“You expected me to run.”
Cat Stark 