She shrugs. “I have great parents myself. They told those nosy relations of mine to shove it.”
“I’m glad you had a great support system.”
“Almost as great as yours,” she fires back.
I know she’s talking about Cyrille, Nessa, and Nikita, because Misha and I haven’t really had much facetime lately. He’s been giving me the space I asked for.
It sucks how much I hate it.
“I’ll walk you out.” I lift myself out of my chair and realize how long I’ve been sitting down. My joints are stiff and aching, which is annoyingly par for the course as of late. When she starts to protest, I hold up my hand to silence her. “I need the exercise.”
We make our way to the door and say our goodbyes, then Rose heads out. I’m standing in the entryway, watching her drive away in my car, when the secret cellar d
