Chapter 77

• After a thousand steps and not less than a dozen flights of stairs, she wondered if she had been used to being cradled like a kid and carried along everywhere. Honestly, he had done it so effortlessly, in and out of cars and planes and so on. She could have been a feather. And, she must have forgotten a part of herself.
• “No elevator, by any chance?”
• “Where you are is a thousand-year-old heritage. No elevator.” He walked alongside her, and to his credit, he did not look bored.