Chapter 86

The next morning, I was in a deep sleep when loud knocking on the door jolted me awake. After a ten-hour flight, I was already running on little sleep. Kept awake by the unfamiliar environment, I tossed and turned until early morning before I finally fell asleep—only to be woken up again far too soon. I sat up in bed, irritated, before marching over and yanking open the wooden door in front of me. Silas was standing there, grinning. "You'd better have a good reason for this. Otherwise, my morning temper might end with me punching you." Silas immediately wiped the smile off his face and lowered his head, looking a little wronged. "Didn't you say yesterday you wanted me to take you to the furniture market today?" I blinked. Right, I had said that when I rented the house. The decor had a vintage feel, which was fine overall—except for the iron-frame bed. Every time I rolled over, it creaked loud enough to wake the dead. I just couldn't get used to it. The landlord told me there wa