#moonliht

it’s not as though he’s exactly thrilled to be sent on a murder spree either, which is why he takes a beat to examine his victim that’s been left behind by their partner. “ooh... harsh. i hope you two aren’t close.”

there’s a reason, he showed up at her door all disheveled, bloody, and disoriented... and not a hospital. hospitals ask way too many questions that grey can’t answer. on behalf that most of his reasons are illegal. “it’s not as bad as it looks.” he’s right, it’s worse this time. he doesn’t know it yet but he might have a concussion.

Camille Joseph Etienne Roqueplan (1800–1855)

his coding doesn’t allow for him to question the directive. even if lexi marin isn’t his assigned client ( someone named savannah. pretty, blonde, recently broken up with... that’s all he’d been told ), her order to wait on savannah’s bed naked is heeded completely by wyatt. the shock on the face of the room’s entrant is unexpected, though. “sorry—  lexi said you were expecting me.”

it’s been a year since he’s seen her. a year of panic and uncertainty and bloodlust he’s not sure what to do with. eventually he’d learned to supplement.... finding replacements for human blood to keep curb his body count. instead, rowan had channeled his savage instincts into finding her. still, this isn’t where he’d expected it. the middle of a grocery store? she’s gotten better at blending in. “————is that.... it can’t be.... marley?”

thankfully, she’s ( once again ) sitting at the edge of the camp while the rest of the residents prepare for the upcoming scavenger hunt which gives him an opening. “there she is! my partner for the hunt tonight.”  the disappointed sounds almost echo throughout the camp as he reaches out for her hand. “considering you’re not one for navigating, i’ll keep the map and compass. but you’re in charge of keeping tabs on the other teams.”