Chapter 6As Claire hefted the last box to the edge of Antonio’s bedroom, the corner caught on a massive oak armoire, jarring a sheaf of papers loose from its top to come raining down in a rush of dust and whispers. She ducked her head to avoid the worst of it, but her sneeze was explosive, garnering the attention of the others in the small room.
“Antonio really didn’t like to clean, did he?” Seth commented with an apologetic smile.
“No.” Claire rubbed at her itchy nose, trying not to inhale more dust. “And he well and truly sucked at getting rid of anything too.”
“Here. Let me.” Simon appeared at her side and took the box from her hands before she managed to drop that as well. He wasn’t moving nearly as gingerly as he’d been when they first arrived, but she wasn’t taking this so-called
