Chapter 90

Having Ava over for dinner gave me much to think about. She never said anything in front of Valen, so I had been waiting patiently for her to leave. When Tatum picked her up to run her back to the hotel, I wanted to ask Valen about Nixon’s son. Valarian was now in bed, and I groaned when I saw Valen walking out of the hall in just a pair of shorts. He started moving the furniture in the living room, pushing it against the windows. Putting the last few dishes in the dishwasher, I washed my hands before wandering over to him. He points to the couch, where he sets some yoga pants and my sports br#.

“Can’t we have at least one night off?” I asked him. His only answer was him moving the last piece of furniture out of the way. I rolled my eyes. I was tired enough and bloody hot. The last thing I wanted to do was training in the living room and become hot and

sweaty.

I tried to sneak off to shower, yet Valen wasn’t having that.

“Don’t even think about it?” Valen growls, and I take off running for the room. I shoved the door open and had nearly escaped when his arms wrapped around my waist, tugging me back.

“Nice try,” He says, turning me and walking me back toward the living room.

“We can have one night off, please. Besides, I want to talk to you, not bloody fight you,” I whine.