I grabbed our bags, and we took the elevator upstairs.
When the penthouse doors opened, the whole place lit up automatically.
Floor-to-ceiling windows.
The entire skyline of Paris stretched out in front of us.
Yuna stepped inside slowly.
“Damn. This is nice.”
I dropped my duffel bag by the couch and stretched my shoulders.
“Make yourself at home.”
The drive had finally caught up with me.
I yawned and started stripping out of my clothes without ceremony.
Shirt first.
Then my shoes.
My pants dropped to the floor while I walked toward the hall, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.
Yuna was still standing near the entrance, looking around the place.
“There are three bathrooms,” I said casually. “I’ll be in one of them.”
I rubbed my eyes.
“Your trunk of clothes should be around here somewhere, too.”
As I walked past her, I muttered to myself, “I need a drink. And a real blunt.”
The main bathroom lights flicked on when I stepped inside.
First thing I did was take the piss I had been holding since halfway through Lyon.
The relief alone made the entire trip worth it.
While I stood there, I checked my phone.
Text from my mom.
Three actually.
Nothing important.
Just her asking if we made it safely.
I pulled out my burner phone.
One message.
Unknown number.
But I already knew who it was.
