Chapter 681. What Is He?

Brie

“I can walk, really,” I say with a hint of annoyance as Maeve wheels me in a wheelchair down the hallway.

“You just had a person exit your body rather violently,” my sister quips, obviously enjoying herself at my expense. “I wish I’d seen it.”

“I’m glad you weren’t in the room,” I reply, sniffling dryly as she takes a sharp corner, nearly tipping me over. “It wasn’t a fun time.”

“It didn’t sound fun,” she admits, laughing sharply. “You scared me to death!”

“You didn’t have to linger outside the door, you know.”

“Where else would I have been? You’re my sister. You just gave me a nephew. Of course, I was going to be there.”

She stops at a seldom used elevator and slams her fist against the button, tapping her foot.

“I can walk–”

“No, this will be faster.”

“No one uses these elevators, Maeve. If we get stuck–”

“We’re not going to get stuck,” she grumbles, pressing the button repeatedly until the doors finally slide