Book Three: Chapter 29

“I find the Renaissance to be far too romanticized for my taste.” Lily stopped at the door, handing the key to Beth. “It’s like looking at a piece of shit five hundred years later and calling it a candy bar.”

“Not a fan?” Beth asked, kneeling to slide the key into the lock.

“I was a history major for a bit. I can assure you it wasn’t all tits and turkey legs.” Lily crossed her arms. “I’m a little jaded though.”

“Your last boyfriend?” Beth asked, removing the lock.

“Yeah. You can say he was very obsessed with the Dark Ages.”

“Sounds like a real winner.” Beth lifted the cold metal door. The space inside was nowhere near as disorganized as she expected it to be. A large pallet in the middle of the room lifted the belongings off the floor.

“Looks like this will be easier than originally thought,” Lily said stepping into the room. Boxes were stacked nicely in rows, allowing the two of them to walk between them with little trouble.

“This could tak