LORETTA

“Hun?” I stared at Elion for a few heartbeats, my expression resembling one of those cartoon characters in a funny children's show

A second passed, and my mushy brain, that has apparently not recovered from the events of last night, struggled to process the sheer audacity of that statement.

“No,” I finally managed after two heartbeats, shaking my head so he gets the message loud and clear. “You gave me one when I came here, remember? An actual room that I painted with buttery yellow, and oh, I also remember you explicitly telling me not to meddle in yours or interfere in your business, so no thank you, but...