Forty-Eight

VALERIA

"What are you doing?" I asked loudly.

Though I was sure that she had heard me, Summer continued typing away on my computer.

"Don't touch that," I hissed and pulled my laptop out of her reach.

She raised a brow, but did not make any move to take the computer from me.

"What were you doing with my computer?" I asked again.

"Your computer?"

"Yes."

She shrugged and flicked her fingers impatiently.

"Not that I owe you any explanation, but how was I to know that it was yours and not Dimitri's? Everything in this house belongs to him, doesn't it? If you're desperate to keep that to yourself, you shouldn't leave it lying on the kitchen counter."

Humming a tune, she left the kitchen. I stared after her suspiciously. She seemed to be in a better mood than usual, considering the fact that we had just been in the same space without Dimitri to stand as a mediator between us.

I shook my head, dismissing those thoughts. I tapped on the keyboard to take me to the presentation slide I had bee