I smile when I see pictures of Devin and I dispersed around the room. It looks as though he got to this place as well, and I’m glad he did. I sigh as I plop down on the sad, cheap couch in my cramped living room, and I realize I’ve been thoroughly spoiled. This apartment once seemed so spacious, and now it feels like a cereal box. My door knob jiggles while it slowly turns open, and I stand in a defensive position until Jake walks in. I smile and sigh in relief when I see him, and he rushes over to give me a hug. “Hey there, wedding girl. Don’t lock the door anymore?” he chuckles. I just laugh instead of answering. A locked door can’t keep an immortal out, and a mortal can’t hurt me in the least. “How’d you know I was here?” I chirp. “Mom told me you came in last night, so I figured I’d come crash with you tonight instead of staying at the packed out inn.”
