Page 361 of Reign

The nervous movement of her fingers stops.

Home.

She doesn’t say the word, but I see it in her the moment we reach the circular drive.

This house has become hers. Her clothes fill my closet. Her fabric occupies the east office. There are berries in the freezer, coconut water in the pantry, and a little nightlight glowing beside my bed.

Evidence of her everywhere.

The vehicle stops.

Elena is out before the guard can fully open her door.

I follow her toward the house.

She takes a deep breath as soon as she steps inside, looking through the foyer as though she needs to confirm everything remained where she left it.

“I’m going to miss the pool.”

I place my hand against her lower back. “Whenever we go to Florida, you’ll have the pool.”

“Unless you drain it.”

“Elena.”

“Yeah, yeah. You would rather survive my anger than survive losing me. Very dramatic. Still poolless.”

I laugh as she moves farther into the house.

She stops near the opening to the east hallway.

“Oh.”

I know that tone.

“What?”

“The designs.”

“What designs?”

“The ones I sketched after you committed the pool crime.” Her face brightens. “I can start bringing them to life.”

“Today?”

“Why not?”

“You just traveled.”

“I sat on a plane. That’s barely an activity.”

“You should rest.”

“What else am I going to do? You said you were leaving.”

“I’m not leaving. I’m going to speak to your brother.”

“Same thing.”