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.