“Antonietta!” Kaya banged on her apartment door four days later. “It’s Kaya.”
Antonietta opened the door with a half-eaten, chocolate éclair in her hand. “Hey, what—”
“You won’t believe this shit.” Kaya rushed inside and plopped on the beige, sofa that dissolved within the white room.
“What the hell’s going on?” Antonietta scooted the footrest in front of the couch and sat.
“He’s unbelievable.” The tantalizing scent of cinnamon, glaze and chocolate couldn’t take Kaya’s mind off the recent craziness.
“Oh no.” Antonietta blew a large breath. “Did Seven do something else? Are you all right?” She moved to the sofa. “Are you okay?”
“This crazy, sinister asshole bought me a car, Antonietta.” Kaya guffawed, shaking her head. “He bought me a frigging car.”
Antonietta turned away and then lo
