–Logan–
I chucked the pink faux thong and bunny ears into the trash like a losing bet, slung my arm over David's shoulder, and swaggered for the stairs. He stumbled a little trying to keep pace — understandable. When I move with intent, the air pressure adjusts out of courtesy.
Perfect timing: Kenzo appeared like a man who had been personally sponsored by good hair and divine timing.
"Kenzo!" I boomed, clapping him on the back like we'd just secured a championship title. "Jane has officially transformed into a hermit because of assassins. So—her loss. Let's bring the club to the villa, yeah?"
He blinked once, processed, and then grinned like I had just handed him a strategic advantage over fate itself.
"That's actually… brilliant. I'll have the staff set up the main hall — lights, bar, speakers. We just need a DJ and mixers."
