“Do you think it worked?” Claire lay on the bed, tired from the exertion of faking the biggest fight she had ever been in.
“I think so; you did a great job, although, if you keep breaking all my favorite pieces of furniture, I’ll have nothing left.” Cal lay next to her, his breath coming in gasps.
“Oops.” She giggled. Though his furniture had been righted and the broken items replaced by the servants earlier that day, they had managed to destroy his room again more thoroughly and with more energy than they had the night before.
“How’d you learn to scream like that?” He put his finger in his ear and wiggled.
“All those old horror movies I used to watch in Tyrell. That, and drama class. What now?”
“Now, we wait. Mark should be here within the hour and then we start acting again
