I have not been writing anything before posting. Pretty sure it’s low grade seasonal affective disorder, and pandemic and well, family things I don’t want to go into until we have actual answers. It’s been a bad year. Here’s hoping things get better for everyone.
From Protector of the Grey House:
It was three hours later, and the training session was at an end. Joseph and Mierka spent the better part of that time fighting Vincent to help him work out his frustrations. He fought Mierka last, which proved to be a mistake. She had riled him up plenty. With Natalia still missing, he was considering taking the lady to his bed. He had time to wonder if Joseph would mind when the double doors of the front entrance slammed open.
Angry steps announced her approach. Vincent waited in anticipation for Natalia to walk through the doors and into his arms. She stepped through the door, gave everyone a dirty look and stood still, fury rolling off her in waves. She was dressed in hospital scrubs and wore men’s shoes on her feet. She locked eyes with someone, Vincent couldn’t tell who, and snarled. With a bellow of rage, she attacked, running at Anthony with all her speed.
Cat Stark 