Page 96 of Taming the Beasts
“Weren’t you redoing the kitchen and bathrooms too? I could help with that. With instruction.” I had no idea how to renovate anything. My expertise was very specialized and very much not this.
“Yeah. But that’s pretty much done too.”
“What?” I walked through the living room and into the kitchen. I stared at the new quartz countertops and cabinetry. I looked down at the new tiled floor. “I’m so confused. This is all new, isn’t it? How?”
“Apparently there are lots of perks to dating a vampire who doesn’t sleep. Callum’s been working on everything non-stop so we can move in right after the wedding.”
“Even without sleep this is a ton of work.” I ran my hand along the beautiful veined countertop.
“I think the super vampire speed came in handy too. I literally only had to paint two rooms.”
I laughed. “That’s amazing. I thought we’d be working on this all day.”
“Well, when we made the plans originally, I did think we needed help. Callum really surprised me.”
I sat down at the kitchen island and lifted an apple out of the fruit bowl. “Is everything already fully stocked too?”
She nodded.
Callum was a gem. I placed the apple back down. “Well what about decorations?”
I was actually going to go through a bunch of Callum’s things with him. To decide what is okay to put up and what seems way too suspicious of him being ancient.”
I laughed. “Luckily being filthy rich lets you have some rare old pieces.”
“Very true. A few portraits of him from centuries ago definitely don’t work though. No matter how handsome he is in them.”
“Fair.”
“But we’re going to do all that later. Right now I just want to figure out what is going on with this missing person.”
I shrugged. “I don’t have any other info.”
“So he disappeared sometime Friday night?”
“Yeah. Bennett last heard from Ray early Saturday morning. Around 1 am our time.”
“What did the text say exactly?”
“I didn’t see it. But it was something along the lines of how he knew all about the coin. And he wanted to talk to him on the phone about it during lunch. He must have known a lot, or he would have just texted the info, right?”
“Or maybe what he knew was bad.”
I pressed my lips together. Yeah, I’d thought of that too. “But even bad news can be sent via text.”
“It’s usually better etiquette to not send negative things via text though, right?”
“I guess.”
We were both quiet for a moment.
“It was also possible that he didn’t want there to be any written evidence,” I said.
“Why?”
“Maybe someone was tailing him or something? Watching his every move?”
Emma shuddered. “Well that’s not creepy at all.”
