ISAIAH
After the altercation with Victoria, Alaia quickly moved me through the packhouse without explaining how they knew each other. The way Victoria looked at her was more of someone frightened than surprised. Still, I couldn't focus on that too much, especially with Alaia's happy face smiling back at me.
"You know we can do as much touring as you want when you get back," I said as Alaia pulled me into another room of the pack house.
There was a dark walnut bookcase lining the entire left wall. There was a black sectional with a fur pelt draped over one of the arms, lined with fluffy red and black pillows. A large fireplace and mantle with bookshelves on both sides sit on the right wall. The mantle is littered with picture frames of my family and friends.
An L-shaped mahogany
