Still holding onto her hand, Alexander walked up the stairs leading to his apartment.
The broken elevator was the least of his problems—exhaustion dragged his every step.
They walked through the dead of night up to his doors, it felt as if they were completely alone in the entire building.
He could hear the ventilation buzzing as he neared his door, the dim yellow lights making their shadows dance on the walls.
His apartment was exactly the way he left it. The mess was considerable, making him feel bad for judging Brak's store.
"I need to clean this place…"
He dropped everything he had on his computer desk.
"You can drop your things anywhere, it doesn't matter."
Fae nodded, dropping the swords right there on the ground.
Brak had given them a good amount of things to leave with, some more important than others, luckily it all fit inside the bottomless bag. It had everything, down to his new staff.
