Chapter 8: Steak-less Existence

"This is your room," Liam leads me toward a tight entryway and opens it for me. I thoroughly search in stand amazed at the bent roofs, the lovely bed that is multiple times as large as me...

I squint my eyes at him, dubious. "You're not resting in this room as well, right?"

Oliver ends up hearing my explanation as he strolls by, and smiles. "No," he deals with any consequences regarding the becoming flushed blue-haired dolt alongside me, "yet it is right nearby." I turn on him, grinning at the redness presently spreading through his highlights.

"There is another room accessible," Liam makes sense of, "yet it's associated with Declan's room."

"Probably won't be the smartest plan to take that other room," Oliver giggles, "you could awaken to find your guilelessness taken."

"Oliver!" Liam elbows him, and Oliver begins to chuckle considerably more earnestly. When I analyze him, I understand that he truly looks the most youthful out of every one of them. I keep thinking about whether that