Xavier helped Eamon to his feet and dusted his coat off like it was no big deal.
"Come on," he said. "Rest for a while. This is your place too now."
Eamon gave a tired nod and stepped further inside, eyes still darting across the empty luxury like he didn't belong.
Inside, the place was practically hollow. Just vast rooms and echo. The only thing breaking the emptiness were the dozen shopping bags piled up by the corner near the kitchen—bags from last night, still untouched. Lilia's haul from the 54th-floor market.
"We don't have any furniture yet," Xavier said, eyeing the space. "I'll go get some."
As he walked toward the door, he glanced at the time. Still about three hours left before midnight. Plenty of time to complete today's transaction.
He didn't even get to touch the handle before—
Thump.
Lyra landed beside him with a little hop, her usual quiet demeanor replaced with a determined look. "I'll come with you."
