"Eli, I'd like to believe that we just succeeded in getting our hands on an interior designer," Rina spoke as she cackled in between.
"I think so, too, but if you don't stop cackling like a maniac, we might lose our only hope," I told her to reign in her real self, as the world isn't ready for that.
Mitchel kept silent, but that side-eye said it all. There was no need for him to comment on how absurd we were.
Sometimes, I pitied the guy.
Only sometimes, because I pitied myself more.
Our conversation with Ben ended very well. If anything, it went on too well. And by now, I should be sweating because of how smooth it went.
I did feel a bit queasy earlier, but I had two other people with me. Even if I couldn't use Lucian's method of attributing it to him, I could definitely attribute this to Rina's use of all her skills.
