Re: First floor: 2:15 a.m.
He had his head above the water, so when Boyd darted past he got a very good look at her face as she looked back at him.
There was an angry growl in his throat before he was even near the shallow edge of the pool. He scrabbled up and out, wet through and through, cold and tired from the long swim back to the pool's edge. But he started running again as soon as his paws had found purchase on the tile, sliding slightly, hitting the stairs at top speed. Rage burned in him. He'd been thwarted one too many times tonight. He was going to catch Red if it killed him.
Her face caught in his mind, and there was something...something familiar about it, about that look, knowing she'd tricked him, thrilled to have evaded him, two steps ahead while he chased her. The memory carried the same maddening frustration, but the rest of it made no sense, an element of pleasure and claiming involved that had nothing to do with making the kill.
When he reached the first floor and scented at the air, aiming to pick up her smell again. She could run, but she could only hide for so long. He'd sniff her out.