Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Kas’s POV

The spindles of the staircases in the apartment building are ornately decorated metal that looks like gold. You can look up the center and see all the way up to the ornate ceiling. It was an odd contrast to the modern-looking pictures Lenora had shown us.

We climb the stairs to a plain oak door on the fourth floor. Voices and hammering are coming from inside. Bronx knocks but gets no reply so he opens the door without waiting. We peek in and see a flurry of construction workers in white jumpsuits.

I go to step inside but Bronx holds his arm out and stops me. He turns and picks me up bridal style and carries me over the threshold.

"Sorry, but we were too preoccupied to do that on our wedding night. I wanted to do it properly for this new place," he grins and kisses me on the nose, making me giggle, before putting me down. A man with a thick mustache and beard approaches us. I can smell he is human.

"Monsieur Mason, we were not expecting you until tomorrow. We are almost finished with the renovations,” he says 1n a thick accent.

"It's alright, Pierre. I'm early. I couldn't wait to show my wife our new place. Is it alright if Ishow her around?” he says placing his hand on the small of my back.

"Oui, Monsieur, but of course. We are finished upstairs if you want to start there. Whenever you are ready to add furniture, I will bring a team in to take care of the installation.” '

He takes my hand and we head upstairs. He explains that Pierre and his team work for MasonCo and they are

ever seen. One wall has floor-to-ceiling windows. The walls are all pure white and the floors are a lightly stained hardwood. Our feet echo as we walk through. There is a walk-in closet similar to what we have at home. The huge bathroom is all marble

takes pictures of me. I scrunch my face and stick

walls and think fora moment, "No, I don't want to paint. I like the white. You know, I have never had a

is hard for him

like something pretty modern. It

can get someone to

Mason. I clean my

"Suit yourself," he shrugs.

find this place anyway?” I ask

the days you were at the coven. Since you felt it was a big part of our

are similar but smaller with regular closets. I can't get over how large this place is. Two of our apartments back home

said this place was a modest size, Bronx, I say as I wander around. "Yeah, compared to other properties I own it is. The difference

something. Th-this is mine?” "Yeah, Baby. This is yours," he smiles as he looks at me with a twinkling green eye, “there is just one piece of paperwork you