A safe place?

They were adults and that was the problem. 

Adults did adult stuff that children did not do. 

Evelyn did not want to sleep. It was the farthest thing onnher mind. 

Adrenaline was pumping through and she knew she won't be able to sleep. 

She huffed before glancing at the sofa and then at the door of the room where Salvatore had disappeared into. 

Where to go? 

The sofa would be comfortable but with one look over to the door Evelyn realiser something else. 

If she was with Salvatore he would be able to protect her and if she was here, on the sofa, she could die and might from the first gunshot fired. 

If there was another attack and she was here on the couch, she was definitely going to die. 

Without a word of another thought and complentation, Evelyn moved to the door and stood in front of it. She knocked on it first. 

"Come in," he said, "you don't need to ask for permission every time for tonight."