CHAPTER SEVEN: Underwater
~Zella's POV~
I woke up to the penthouse still decorated.
That was the thing about Evander Ashford, he had put all of it up before Christmas and none of it had come down. The lights were still strung along the staircase, the tree still stood in the corner of the living room with its old ornaments catching the morning light, the wreath still on the front door. Brynn had told me he did this every year regardless of where they were, that Christmas morning always looked like Christmas morning no matter what city they woke up in.
He had done it here too, quietly, before either of us arrived, and now we were two days past Christmas and it was all still standing and I wasn't sure if that was habit or if he simply hadn't gotten around to taking it down or if some par
