What, will my hands never be clean?
( inspired by this -- kinda like 6 months too late )
Of course Chris heard. Chris had never laid down contact with Scott. Even the occasional e-mail exchange with Melissa had never stopped. Just because he was an Argent and a hunter didn’t mean he didn’t care about anybody else. Yes, he’d lost his wife, but was there anything less depressing than work through trauma? No.
And then.. then he had something to fix. Or at least he had to try. His family had caused so much pain, spread so much terror and he’d been oblivious to it. Well, nothing easier than trying to ignore your family being killers and liars than actually facing the problem.
Hurried steps carried him upstairs, the elevator dinging he had reached the floor Cora lay on. Hurt, poisoned and of course he knew how to cure her. Or at least he hoped he did. He didn’t expect PETER HALE of all the Hales (two) still up and running to watch her.