Ellis
Finally, Cecelia and Aiden were both out of the house at the same time, and I had the perfect opportunity to search the old Alpha suites for my mother’s gun. I had the master key in my pocket, but I didn’t even need it. Cecelia never bothered to lock her door. What a trusting fool. I pushed it open and cringed against the scent that practically slapped me in the face. I never, in my life, smelled a woman who was so damn unappealing.
As the door swung open, I took stock of the room. It bore very little resemblance to my mother's room anymore. Cecelia had added her own little touches everywhere, and had filled the bland space with splashes of color. It was…not terrible. I took another step into the room, and then realized there was a door on the floor.
What in the actual hell?
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