While Chase stayed upstairs with Nikolai and his aunt, Elijah followed Anatoly into the sitting room.
They took the elevator this time. Rich people sure knew how to live.
Elijah wanted one too, in the university and one at the rocky stairs of the church. But that was just a fleeting, whimsical wish of his.
As they settled on the soft seats, the housekeeper moved quickly, placing steaming coffee cups on the low table.
Elijah pushed his aside without a word. His message was clear. He wasn't here to drink or chit-chat.
Anatoly's eyes flicked to Alexei, who had settled far too close to him.
Yes, it would have been better if this kid hadn't stuck to them like glue.
"Yes," Anatoly finally answered the question Elijah had asked earlier. "I am in charge of remodeling that place into a haunted theme park—along with other projects."
"And me too!" Alexei grinned, lifting a glass of something pale blue.
Definitely not coffee.
