Dark Muse

Chapter 25 Christianna

Chapter twenty-five

Christianna

We pour out of the elevator. Arms around each other as we push-pull in uncoordinated movements, but still arrive at her hotel door.

“Shhh,” she hisses seriously, which is completely ruined by a hiccup.

I snort a laugh.

Our messy buns have not held up, and my dark curls obscure my vision as a door across the hall opens.

“Meg?” A pause. “Christianna?”

An impatient huff, and a dark masculine hand reaches out to take Meg’s purse as he grabs her card key and swipes us in.

“I’ll order you water and Advil,” he tells us wryly, which causes a spate of giggles.

He gently pushes us into Meg’s penthouse suite as the door closes behind us.