Ambrosia POV
I jumped when the door to Elijah’s office opened. “Okay, lovebirds, stop being gross and get in here,” Jerome said, looking truly agitated. “We’re here to make a phone call, aren’t we?”
“Why are you here?” I blurted. I blushed right away. “I mean- not that you, uh, shouldn’t be, just-”
“Oh, please, Ami, you know well enough to know that I live for the drama,” Jerome ushered us in. “I’m not about to let this go without eavesdropping.”
“Jerome found Phlox’s information, so he’s demanding to be involved in the phone call,” Elijah explained. “But you can kick him out if you want. He’s not so rude as to demand to be involved if you ask him to butt out.”
“But please don’t,” Jerome said, reclining in the chair in front of Elijah’s desk. Batting his eyelashes at me, he added, “Yo
