#Chapter 86: The Tickets

Elijah & Agnes Elijah I stared blankly at the conference table, the smooth, polished wood blurring in and out of focus with each breath. The voices of the council members droned relentlessly around me, their words flowing into one long, indistinguishable hum. There was no way in hell I could get myself to focus during this meeting, because my mind was far, far away from here. Away from this table, away from this office, away from this entire building. It was still stuck in that hallway. Pressed up against the wall. With her. It had been over a week since Agnes and I had kissed and, frankly, nearly made love in that hallway—maybe we would have done it had Thea not appeared and pulled us back to reality. Over a week, and I still couldn’t get the taste of her lips off of mine. But it was more than that. I had… heard her later that night. It started off as the creak of her bed and her exasperated sighs as she tossed and turned. The house ha