“You’re not staying here.” There it is. A subtle eye roll. “You’re just as bad as Marco. I’m fine, Mr. Volkova. I promise.” Rubbing my palm against my jaw, I chuckle. “I’m sorry. Let me rephrase...” Her forehead furrows. “Get your things, Ms. Edwards, because you are not staying here.”
IM SORRY LET ME REPHRASE...YESSSSS I WILL MOVE IN
