The Lansing House
When his phone beeped, he looked at the text.
Eden: You know I never liked her, but now I hate her. I’ll stockpile eggs from the coop so we can egg Lorecow’s house.
Asher chuckled again, exiting his messages. His sister was one of a kind, and he had no doubt that two weeks earlier, she’d said her peace to Lorelei, as soon as that article appeared. The last message he’d gotten from Lorelei had been a week earlier, a measly seven days ago. It was a message where she still told him she loved him and was waiting for him.