PENELOPE
It had barely been a full day since Christian got home. He was still moving like someone had unplugged and rebooted him. Which was fair—being stabbed probably rearranged your organs and your attitude.
Definitely the attitude.
Liam had walked in not long after breakfast with a smirk and a mission. “Ryuji wants a feast,” he said. “He called this morning. Said it’s long overdue and he insists you bring your best work. His words. Not mine. And it’s cause to celebrate that Christian is still alive.”
I raised a brow. “Feast? As in a full-blown celebration? He’s alive, yes but a full-blown celebration? Do the Japanese go out of their way like this?”
“As in you’re baking, I’m shopping, and Christian’s staying his ass put until further notice. And yes, they actually go out of their wa
