Page 89 of Lunar Diamonds
I wasn’t sure why it was so funny, but I’d take laughter over anything else.
The restof the morning was spent going over a few more details about our new lives. Expenses and all those monetary things were handled by Erin, with full transparency. We didn’t have to want for anything.
As for our jobs, Isaac did tell his hotheaded agent he’d be out of action for a week, and I called in sick to buy me some time.
I’d have to quit the library at some point. I mean, how could I possibly continue to work and kick apocalyptic arse? Not that there was much of that now.
Alice and April went over the lunar diamonds plan with me, Drake, and Isaac in the living room. Drake showed us the entrance to the catacombs—hidden within a sea cave—and revealed the route we’d take to the diamonds.
It sounded eerily deep. From the slight twitch in Drake’s cheeks, I could tell he wasn’t entirely happy about this.
Satisfied with doing this under the cover of darkness, I spent the rest of the day resting with Isaac in the recreation room, trying to keep a lid on my anxieties. Drake was in the art room next door, granting us the privacy for some brotherly time.
Spread out on the squishy biscuit-brown corner sofa, in full couch potato mode, we watched the ‘90s movieMuriel’s Weddingon the enormous television screen.
“I love Abba,” I said, loving the abundance of the Swedish pop group’s bangers within the film.
“Same,” Isaac agreed. “Give me ‘Waterloo’ any time, any day.”
“I’m more of a ‘Voulez-Vous’ guy.”
My brother snorted. “I bet you are.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know.”
Okay then.
There were all sorts of things in this room, including a karaoke machine, several gaming consoles, books, a chess board, and a huge lava lamp.
Glorious sunshine streamed through the windows, the sky a magnificent blue, the marble garden structures outside under a natural spotlight.
My brother lay on his side with effortless glamour in that sunlight, even in his comfy clothes. They were Prada, navy, and fit him perfectly.
Damn. So not fair.
“I’m like a happy little solar panel,” he declared, following it up with a huff. “This sucks.”
I sat up, agreeing. “Waiting around is the worst.”
He hugged a cushion, glaring at the TV under a cloud of seriousness. “Do you think we came around to this too quickly? Like we should’ve protested more, even stomped our feet?” He looked at me. “Does that make sense?”
“Yeah.”
“We’ve been flung from the frying pan into the fire.” He scowled. “I hate that saying. Makes me think of fried bread and how I’m not allowed to eat it.” He rolled his eyes. “Model problems. Anyway, maybe we should rebel or something.”
I swallowed, my throat a little dry. “I did try leaving last night.” I sipped some of my water.
He crossed his legs, straightening his spine. “Do tell.”
I explained it all, including popping into Drake’s bathroom.
He gasped, a grin on his face. “You saw him naked?”
Ugh. “Don’t latch ontothat.”
“Sorry.” His grin dropped. “Did you see?—”
