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God, I want a drink and I want to leave

Howemails does he have?!

Flustered and annoyed, I hatch a plan Possibly the stupidest plan I’ve ever concocted

I reach behinddown froreen velvet curtains

By pulling it out to its furthest length, I can just poke it in around the edge of the grate, directly into the embers

My plan is to set it s me to sneak around the opposite side of the chair and out the door That’s the genius scheme

But because this isn’t a fucking Nancy Drew novel, this is what happens instead:

The fla s back to the curtain Then that curtain ignites like it’s paper Liquid fire roars up to the ceiling in an instant

This actually does achieve its purpose of distracting Callu over his chair However, my distraction comes at the cost of all subtlety, because I also have to abandonspot and sprint out of the room I don’t know if Callum saw me or not, and I don’t care

I’uisher or water or soet the fuck out of here immediately

That’s the idea that wins out—I go sprinting down the stairs at top speed

At the botto hiht behind hiot lipstick on his neck

“Jesus,” I say “Is that a new record?” I’o

Nero shrugs, a hint of a grin on his handsome face

“Probably,” he says