ELLA

I don’t mean that. Do not shoot.

Darren’s face falls and we exchange brief eye contact before he turns to the impatient Aunt Penelope. Devlin has a smirk plastered across that smug face of his. I wordlessly wait for Darren to say, knowing I haven’t got anything nice in my headspace right now.

“Yeah, she probably just wanted to see Beatrice before she sleeps.” He chuckles dryly, scoots closer, and wraps his arms around me. “Why would we sleep in separate rooms?”

“Great! ...