Chapter 190

• I slam my hands onto Damien’s desk, leaning in so he has no choice but to actually listen. “Your guests,” I began, my voice dangerously calm, "I spent my morning making sure that the living room looked perfect. Now it looks like a group of toddlers hosted a food fight—except your guests are grown adults who should know better.”
• I sighed. "I cleaned it this morning—this morning, Damien—and now it looks like a frat house after homecoming"
• He chuckles, but I am not joking. “They’ve been sprawled on that couch for hours, Damien. HOURS. They have refused to leave so I can clean up the disaster zone they’ve created. And do you know why?”