Harley’s POV
The meeting lasts another hour or so before breaking up. Everyone traveling elsewhere is given the evening to collect their things, then meet outside to honor the dead and then be Blinked to their destinations by the Blinkers in our midst. Everyone staying is given the instruction to either return to their usual living quarters or report to the front office for new ones.
“Guess we’ll have the house to ourselves after tonight,” Dash tells me as we stride hand-in-hand to the mansion. “That is… assuming you’re finally willing to live with me?”
I laugh slightly at that. The version of myself who chose to live with Payton over Dash feels like a girl from another lifetime. So much has happened since then; my connection with Dash has grown so much deeper than it was. It was new an
