“I just called one of the local art museums and guess what? They rent that shit out.” “An art museum?” Pax asks, turning and leaning back against the counter, his mouth in this sideways smirk that I find intriguing. “For our little artiste over there?” “Exactly,” Muse says, an unzipped sleeveless hoodie over his bare chest and a pair of long black cargo shorts over combat boots. Unlike the other two boys in the room, I don't think he's just lounging; I think he's already dressed for the day. “What do you say, Lilith? You want to visit an art museum after hours?”
