The Verity that was waiting for him in the bedroom was not the Verity that had greeted him from the kitchen. She was sitting on their her bed, oiling one of her knives that had gotten wet. Her hair was pulled back, her makeup was gone, and she was in a tank and a pair of sweatpants.
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The Verity that was waiting for him in the bedroom was not the Verity that had greeted him from the kitchen. She was sitting on
theirher bed, oiling one of her knives that had gotten wet. Her hair was pulled back, her makeup was gone, and she was in a tank and a pair of sweatpants."Hey," she said, looking up at him.