“So.” Viking ushered her in. “This is my little place, all newly-painted and -renovated.”
Elle looked around and smiled. It was good to see where Viking lived at last, and even better to realize that despite everything, she was trusted by Viking and Wolf and the others to just come and go from Satan’s as she pleased. They knew that she wouldn’t disappear in the middle of the night ever again.
It felt good to be trusted. To be free.
Viking’s apartment was only one bedroom, but it had a huge kitchen with lots of pots and pans and shiny things, and her fingers itched to cook him something delicious. The living room had endless bookshelves, a deep sofa with huge pillows, and a massive leather armchair.
“Did you get that custom made?” she asked. “I’ve never seen such a big chair in a store.
