The rest of the walk back to the apartment building was fraught with a tense silence. Katherine knew Marcon’s opinion of her had changed in the blink of an eye. She could sense it in his body behavior. In the way, he stopped talking to her and looking her in the eye.
When they reached their apartment building they made their way up the stairs until they were before the doors of their apartments.
“Thanks for the good time,” Katherine said.
Marcon seemed distracted as he opened the door to his apartment. “Y-yeah, your welcome.”
He stopped, looking at her briefly. “Goodnight, Katherine.”
With that, he shut the door behind him. She sighed. She didn’t blame his response to what had happened this evening. They could’ve been killed! And the way she handled it, the way she almost murdered that man in retaliation for her brother’s demise, she understood if it scared Marcon. Heck, it scared her.
The anger that she had felt coursing through her veins. The amount of willpower she had to conjure to prevent from pulling the trigger. That side of her was truly frightening.
She entered her apartment, closing the door softly behind her, and walked to her sofa, not minding to take off her shoes or her coat, as she laid down, throwing an arm over her eyes.
She was exhausted and she needed to recharge for the next day.
Her sleep was filled with the memories of her family. It gave her a good rest.