Chapter 33 Marking Territory

• “I’ll be ready in five. Prue, just a moment.” His tone is sharp, his jaw clenched as he walks toward his bedroom, pulling off his tie. He gestures with two fingers for me to follow him. I know I’m in trouble, though I’m not entirely sure why. “Close the door behind you.” I slide the bedroom door to the edge, but I stay where I am, silently watching him as he throws his tie and suit jacket on the bed and starts pacing. He runs a hand through his hair, sending It into wild disarray.
• “Do you want it dry-cleaned?”
• I finally dare to ask, hoping that might dispel whatever has angered him so much.