Mirellie
“Your house?” I asked dumbly.
“Yes.” Hannah nodded. “My house. Come on in.”
I just stood there staring at her. Of all the places she could have brought me, her house had never crossed my mind. Why would she even bring me here?
When Hannah realized I wasn't moving, she shook her head and walked inside.
“Hannah, slow down.”
I hurried after her, pushing the door shut behind me. The house was warm. Not in temperature, but in feeling. It looked lived in. Comfortable. The complete opposite of how grand Evander’s house I'd been staying in was.
Hannah crossed the living room, reached the coffee table in the center, and dropped her phone onto it. Then she began removing her wristwatch.
“Why did you bring me here?” I asked.
Hannah slipped off the watch and tossed it beside her phon
