Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 87

Kas’s POV

The spindles of the staircases in the apartment building are ornately decorated metal that looks like gold. You can look up the center and see all the way up to the ornate ceiling. It was a n odd contrast to the modern-looking pictures Lenora had shown us.

We climb the stairs to a plain oak door on the fourth floor. Voices and hammering are coming from inside. Bronx knocks but gets no reply so he opens the door without waiting. We peek in and see a flurry of construction workers in white jumpsuits.

Igo to step inside but Bronx holds his arm out and stops me. He turns and picks me up bridal style and carries me over the threshold.

“Sorry, but we were too preoccupied to do that on our wedding night. I wanted to do it properly for this new place,” he grins and kisses me on the nose, making me giggle, before putting me down. A man with a thick mustache and beard approaches us. I can smell he is human.

“Monsieur Mason, we were not expecting you until tomorrow. We are almost finished with the renovations,” he says in a thick accent.

“It’s alright, Pierre. I’m early. I couldn’t wait to show my wife our new place. Is it alright if I show her around?” he says placing his hand on the small of my back.

“Oui, Monsieur, but of course. We are finished upstairs if you want to start there. Whenever you are ready to add furniture, I will bring a team in to take care of the installation.” 1

“Good man, Pierre. Merci,” Bronx says as he shakes the man’s hand. He takes my hand and we head upstairs. He explains that Pierre and his team work for MasonCo and they are installing security equipment, not just completing renovations.

have ever seen. One wall has floor-to-ceiling windows. The walls are all pure white and the floors are a lightly stained hardwood. Our feet echo as we walk through. There is a walk-in closet similar to what

his cell phone and takes pictures of me. I scrunch my face and

cuter!” He teases with a smile, “So what color do you

look at the walls and think for a moment, “No, I don’t want to paint. I like the white. You know, I have never

for him to imagine, “Okay,

pretty modern. It will make

someone to clean the place,” he

Mister Mason. I clean

“Suit yourself,” he shrugs.

did you find this place anyway?” I ask

as we had the conversation about how much she liked France. I came here during the days you were at the coven. Since you felt it was a big part of our relationship, I wanted to make it more special for you. When the realtor sent me the

bedrooms are similar but smaller with regular closets. I can’t get over how large this place

modest size, Bronx,” I say as I wander

it is. The difference is,” he comes up behind me and slides his arms around my

turn around in his arms, “What? When Lenora said you got an apartment, I figured you got an apartment under MasonCo or

eye, “there