~Harlow~
I stand by the gate, and at this point, the waiting isn't just getting on my nerves. No, it's so much worse—I'm literally freezing my ass off, the brewing storm giving the wind a harsh bite.
The bag with Thane's dry cleaning hangs folded over my arm, and its weight is slowly getting to me, but thank god, I hear the buzz of the electronic gates. As the gates swing open, I can't wait any longer, so I quickly slide through the gap and walk up the long driveway toward the house.
It's actually not a house. It's a goddamn mansion—a little too fancy for someone like Thane if anyone asks me, but so be it. As I walk closer, the surrounding lights make the building look like some fairytale fantasy. Too bad the only fantasy I expect to be greeted by is the angry troll.
I'm about a qua
