Chapter 49:
The Ghost in Paris
(Axel’s POV)
I knew the minute my sisters barged into the office, laughter echoing down the hall, that nothing good was about to happen. Isla was hanging off Stella’s arm, both of them looking like conspirators who’d just won a secret war. Chase, unfortunately, perked up in his chair like he had been waiting for the chaos.
“Get up,” Stella demanded, planting herself in front of my desk like she owned it.
“I’m working,” I said without looking up.
“No, you’re sulking,” Isla corrected, tugging on my sleeve. “Big difference.”
“I’m not sulking,” I muttered.
“Yes, you are,” Chase chimed in, grinning like an i***t. “You’re brooding. There’s a difference.”
I shot him a look. “You’re not helping.”
“Didn’t say I was trying to,” he said cheerfully.
“Come on,”
