Chapter 190: Mine, Too
It took everything inside me not to make a comment on the fact that the pot was calling the kettle black. I mean, she blamed every wrong decision on someone else, so why was she so disgusted when someone else did the exact same thing?
"We’ve been walking all night long," said Dante, his face expressionless as he looked back and forth between Adam and Eve. "We are going to go to bed." There was a long pause as Beau opened the door for the rest of us. "Thank you for letting us stay here, but we won’t need anything more from you."
And just like that, Pride managed to dismiss the most important couple in the history of the world.
I would fully admit that Pride got a crap ton of brownie points for that.
The door closed with a bang behind him, and the four of us stood in the dark room. This time, I didn’t even bother snapping my fingers before the lights turned on, and we finally saw our room. It had been a conference room before the end of the world, a long table with four phones hooked up in the middle of it with at least 20 chairs if not more.
There were blackout curtains blocking the light from the outside world, but other than that, it was pretty sparse. Wrinkling my nose because while this room was giant, it wasn’t a good bedroom, I switched out the table and chairs for my comfy bed, an oversized chair that I had no idea where it had come from and a smaller table filled with snacks and drinks.
"I’ll take the first watch," grunted Tank as he sank down into the big chair. Cracking his neck back and forth, he made himself comfortable as he stared down the door like it was a monster about to attack us.
"This might help," I sighed, pulling out more than a few guns and a new table. Putting everything beside him, I also added a coffee and a muffin.
Before Tank could reply, the handle on the door turned down, and a gun was in his hands faster than I could take my next breath. However, the door didn’t budge at all.