Chapter 94

Once we arrived there and I’d paid the driver, I led Mason into the building.

“I have to say I’m impressed,” he muttered as he took in all the gilt and marble.

“Yes, it’s quite comfortable,” I murmured as we exited the lift.

He glared at me. “I meant this doesn’t strike me as the sort of place where a person like you would live.”

“Oh? And where did you think I would live?”

“In the bohemian sections of Paris.”

I tsked and escorted him to the flat, a hand under his elbow because I knew how uncomfortable that made him. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

He glanced around the room. “Where’s the Faun?”

“If you’ll wait here?” I knew he wouldn’t wait, that he’d want to see where I had secured the statue. I walked into the bedroom to the painting of almond blossoms that hung on the far wall.

“Is that a Van Gogh?”