Chapter 118
The electrical room beneath the Reapers' mansion smelled like warm metal, dust, and the faint burnt scent of something that had probably been repaired three times instead of replaced.
Cole sat on a low metal stool with a laptop balanced on one thigh, one hand moving across the keyboard while Wyatt stood in front of an open electrical panel, studying a mess of wires with the exhausted expression of a man who had officially stopped believing electricity was his friend.
A small fan rattled in the corner but It wasn't helping. The room was still hot.
Wyatt wiped his forehead with the back of his wrist.
"Tell me again why we can't just replace this entire system."
Cole didn't look up. "Because Dad would look at the bill, have a heart attack, and then we'd have to explain why w
