"Indeed I have, maybe even more than you." I believe it, just by the way they talked to each other last. "Grow a pair, Lyra," he mutters, causing me to glare back at him.
"How about you grow a v****a, those can take a pounding," I snap back, watching as his face goes from suave to completely embarrassed and uncomfortable. I offer him a sarcastic smile, turning the doorknob as I leave Elijah alone in always silence.
The room is medium sized, but still massive compared to the common room, the massive velvet and royal blue curtains pulled shut over the long windows, a simple chandelier lighting the room. Leo sits upon a plush, white, leather chair, his arms behind his head, leaning back as he has his feet upon the chair, looking up at the ceiling as a wine glass sits beside him on a table.
