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Shortly thereafter, we arrive at our intended destination.
“The Van Gogh Museum? Really?” Percy looks at me with a confused look that matches her tone.
“Yes, the Van Gogh Museum.”
“And why here?”
“You’ll see. Come on.”
I try to grab her hand, but her sneer stops me in my tracks. Instead, I gesture towards the door, allowing her to take the lead.
The lobby of the museum is large and spacious. The oversized windows allow for the sun to flood the area with light and warmth.
The sound of her heels against the floor echoes through the entryway and crushes the lingering silence.
“Where the fuck is everyone?”
She looks at me perplexed.
My lips turn upward into a smirk.
“I’ve arranged for us to have some alone time,” I reveal. “I had the director close the doors to the public today.”
“How the fuck did you manage that?”
“I’m rich,andI’m royalty. I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
It also helps when the director of the museum owes me a dozen favors, too. If it hadn’t been for my assistance, the museum would be missing several valuable pieces from their collection.
Indiana Jones has nothing on me.
“So what’s the point of bringing me here anyway?”
“You’ll see, Percy,” I respond with a wink.
With a nod of my head, I motion for her to follow me.
There’s something eerie—yet enchanting—at having the museum to ourselves. All the wide, open space that is meant to hold hundreds of people stands hauntingly empty, save for the two of us.
It’s like we’re two travelers traversing the vast ocean with no other ships in sight.
“Does any of this feel familiar to you?” I inquire as we pass from painting to painting.
“I don’t know. Should it?” She looks over at me with a curious glance.
“Yes, it should.”
“Okay. Care to enlighten me?”
“Well, this is where it all began the first time and the last time.”
The look in her eyes shifts from curiosity to annoyance.
“Can’t you just give me a straight fucking answer, Anton? No more of these little fucking clues or hints. No more games. Just tell me why the fuck you brought me here.”
I can understand her exasperation. Fuck, if I was in her Louboutins, I’d demand straight answers myself.
“This is where we first met, Percy.”
