Chapter 95
Chapter ninety-five
Christianna
We have moved into the living room. I’m seated between both of them on the couch, with Meg across from us on the loveseat.
“Want to spend the night with me tonight?” I ask her.
She glances at my fingers interlaced with Erik’s while I lean against Remy. I give her a small smile.
“I don’t want to sleep by myself, so if you want to curl up with the Notes and me, there’s plenty of room.”
“Yeah, I don’t want to sleep next to the site of the latest Jaws sequel,” she deadpans.
Remy snorts. “We can stay on the couches down here, if that’s okay with you guys.”
Erik lifts a brow. “I will play. I’m not tired. You really should have guest rooms, Christianna.”
I whip my head to look at him. He doubles down.
“We have a house of furniture that was apparently stored by the Angel. We can have the items brought here and set up.”
Meg gapes. “Was that the search you had me do when you moved into the hotel?”
Remy lifts a shoulder. “Our house was empty. It had to be somewhere.”
“Why did she take your furniture?” I ask.
“Hard to say,” he replies. “I ignored her notes. That usually earns consequences. Either punishment or leverage.”
He exhales through his nose. “I was done being manipulated.”
I turn my head and meet Erik’s eyes. “We aren’t there yet. You weren’t even supposed to be here this weekend.”
He studies me. If I were a butterfly, I would be pinned.
“It’s beneficial. You have the room. We could move the furniture in and quit paying rent on a storage facility. You would have guest rooms.”
“Why are you paying for it if she moved your things?” I ask, avoiding the other topic.
“She used my credit card.” His gaze doesn’t falter. “Moving it once makes the most sense."
“Why don’t you put it back into the house she moved it from?” I ask.
“Because that house doesn’t make sense for us any longer. This house does.”
I sigh. He’s going to be intractable.