Chapter 10: The Blanket Negotiations
"There is one blanket."
Ivy stood in the middle of the hotel room pointing at the bed like a lawyer presenting evidence.
Across from her, Asher looked at the blanket.
Then at her.
Then at the blanket again.
"Correct."
"Why are you so calm?"
"It's a blanket."
"It's not a blanket."
"What is it?"
"A situation."
Thunder rumbled outside.
Perfect.
The weather had decided to participate.
Asher set down his suitcase.
"We can call the front desk."
Ivy immediately grabbed the hotel phone.
A solution.
Civilization.
Hope.
The line connected.
"Hello?"
"Hi. We need another blanket."
"I'm so sorry, ma'am."
Ivy narrowed her eyes.
That tone never led anywhere good.
"We're completely out."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Then—
"What do you mean
