#Chapter 78: Matching

Agnes The moment Elijah stepped through the doorway, his sharp gaze scanned the disaster that Thea and I had made in the living room. Fabrics were draped across the furniture, spools of thread had rolled onto the floor, and pieces of paper with Thea’s colorful designs were scattered everywhere. His brow lifted, a question hovering on his lips, but before he could ask, Thea darted forward, holding her little hands behind her back. “No peeking!” she declared. “It’s a surprise!” Elijah’s lips twitched upwards into the faintest smile, but then his eyes flicked questioningly toward me. I was frozen in place, holding the third robe we had just finished behind my back as inconspicuously as possible. It wasn’t working, of course. Elijah’s keen eyes could see the fabric poking out from behind me. “A surprise, huh?” he drawled, his voice low and teasing as he slowly crossed the room. His presence filled the space, and I felt a rush of warmth in my chest at hi