Chapter Nineteen
Mia busied herself in the kitchenette, scraping butter onto a piece of toast that had unfortunately gone over its preferred time in the toaster. Pieces of blackened ash mixed on the knife with the butter, creating a strange speckled effect on the bread.
Not that Mia paid much attention. She had remained remarkably quiet since her conversation with Chloe, ducking from Demetri’s questions, and keeping herself busy around the house. Fortunately for her, Demetri’d had to take a call, and he’d been speaking in muted tones in the bedroom for the best part of an hour.
When the bedroom door opened and Demetri came back in, he had changed into his leisurewear, something that Mia had once commented made him look slimmer. More agile. A strange combination of words that worked bett
