Chapter Sixty-Three. Part One.
Eliza could not help but let out the small giggle that erupted from her lips, as Fitz tiptoed into the house.
“Be careful of the squeaky floorboard just in front of you,” he mind-linked with her.
She felt like a naughty teenager returning home after her curfew. Not that she had ever done such a thing, given she had so much respect for her parents, but she equated their silent entrance into the house to what that must have felt like.
The hour was late, very late, and neither one of them wanted a very inquisitive Uki, or even Kym knowing they were missing from their home for so long.
“I must check my office, would you like to prepare yourself for the night?” Fitz enquired of his angel.
“Yes, I will give you your privacy,” She smiled, before silently
