Chapter Thirteen

Rose

Orion's nose scrunched up in a sour look as he pushed the edge of the envelope down to look at it. "What does she want?"

"I have no idea. To find that out would require me to open it." I sighed as I dropped it into my lap and finished sorting the last mail pieces into their respective piles.

"Well, open it." Orion pushed, but I didn't really want to open it; not yet as least.

"I'll take Alastor's mail up to his office." I ignored Orion's furrowed brows. As I stood up, I handed Orion his mail and pressed a kiss on his cheek. I tucked Lorraine's letter in the band of workout leggings and scooped up Alastor's mail.

"Rose, open it," Orion called after me, not in a commanding tone, more of a concerned way.

"Not right now, okay?" I smiled at him as I climbed the stairs. I rarely came upstairs in the packhouse; it felt lonelier than the first floor. It was probably best that Harriet and Alastor were up here by themselves most of the time