“Is the furniture included?” I hope it is because putting together furniture with no one but Desiree for help sounds like a nightmare. Nikki’s brown eyes flit from me to Sebastian. It’s a quick glance, but I clock it just like I clocked the others. Every time I’ve asked her a question about this place specifically, she’s looked to him before answering. I guess it makes sense because The Ivy—a stately twenty-four story skyscraper in the middle of New Haven—is yet another one of Sebastian’s properties, but it’s still a little annoying.
