Nick walked her through the locking mechanism on the beautiful wrought iron shutters he'd had installed on her windows. It was an archaic device, but effective.
"And here's a list of all the install points for the panic button to contact Hank if you notice anything odd."
"Yes, okay," she said, taking the list.
"And there's a second deadbolt on all the doors, and the doors are reinforced with rebar," Nick continued.
"Got it." She nodded. How long was this going to take?
"Your alarm code is 1066 for now, but you can reprogram it. And you can review the video footage from the app, and send anything weird to the precinct-"
"Yes, yes. Thank you, Detective Burkhardt. You and Hank have been absolutely wonderful and I feel very safe and protected! I will reach out if anything 'weird' happens. I promise. At the moment, I would really like a bubble bath though."
Hank chuckled.
Nick glanced at the stack of manuals. "Right. Well. I guess that's it. Uh… enjoy your bath. And—"
"Call you if anything happens! I know!" She laughed despite herself. He was a Grimm, which was unforgiveable. But he was just so… normal. It was sometimes hard to remember that he was as much the enemy as the ones hunting her. Well, maybe not "as much."
She watched them cross the driveway, knowing they'd listened to hear her close all the deadbolts.
Her first evening with Monroe and Rosalie, the two cops had stopped by to talk about security measures. With her permission –given in as few words as possible to the Grimm—they went to her house and installed not only an alarm system, but also a video monitoring system, panic button, wrought iron shutters, and extra deadbolts that opened either by thumbprint or a passcode entered via phone app. She suspected Juliette had a hand in selecting the iron grilles, as they were far too stylish for the men to have picked out.
She added drops of lavender, rosewood, ylang ylang, and pine oils to the bath, then settled in with a sigh.
Now, she thought, what to do about Sean?