Ever since I’d met Gabby, my house had become a warzone. And no, that wasn’t meant metaphorically. Between Empyrean Guard attacks and now the media, my house had practically gotten the royal treatment in remodeling. Or, as my wallet liked to remind me, the hardware store had been living off my paychecks lately. My homeowner’s insurance told me they wouldn’t cover the damage first caused by Firen kicking Chris through my kitchen wall. A few days later, the fight between Chris and Q had destroyed my living room. That time my homeowner’s insurance company politely sent me a letter in the mail to inform me they would be dropping me as a client, which was ridiculous because they hadn’t paid out a dime for the damage. This was why I had propped my feet on my coffee table as I watched Chris do manual labor. There was just something justified about it. Unsurprisingly, there was a pile of plank wood stacked in my backyard from previous mishaps, if they could even be called mishaps. Chris easily carried two large pieces of wood inside and shoved them against the broken window.
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