Outside in the hall, doors opened and slammed, and I was truly surprised when, a few minutes later, Felix rushed back into the room. He stuffed a massive ball of a rich black material into my arms. “Here. Maybe you can use this for some clothes for yourself.”

I unfolded what he had given me, realizing it was a stunning ball gown, trimmed with black lace. Mother of pearl buttons dotted the front, and a silk bow tied it all together at the waist. I knew a treasure when I saw one, and this dress was an absolute diamond, in impeccable condition. He must have had it made for Hannah, before the curse. “Felix...I can’t destroy this. It’s too beautiful. It should be cherished.”

“It’s been gathering dust in my closet for over a hundred years.” His face clouded over. “The only way it could be treasured now is for you to make good use of it. I didn’t realize you could sew, and you must be sick of wearing our clothes all the time.”

Seeing as I had come into the house with only the clothes on my back, and my box of useless, random kitchen utensils, I had been borrowing clothes from the guys to make my jeans and shirt last longer. Felix obviously had a whole wardrobe when he moved in, and Theo had a backpack filled with clothes. I wasn’t sure what Luther had arrived with, and he still hadn’t told me his story, but he always seemed put together, especially compared to the perpetually shirtless Theo. I sat on the floor currently wearing my jeans and an oversized band T-shirt from the 90s. There was a hole in the armpit I was 99% sure had been there before Theo entered the house.

“I don’t mind your clothes.” All the same, I clutched the gown to my chest. I wasn’t sure I could cut this piece of history. It belonged in a museum, not on my body as shirts and pants.

Felix shook his head. “Use the dress, Savannah. It hasn’t meant anything to me in a really long time.”

“Okay.” I sighed, pulling the dress apart to examine all the bits and pieces. “But I can’t promise they’re going to look good.”

For the first time, I heard Felix laugh–genuinely laugh. It was such a shock, my mouth hung open as I looked up at him. “I don’t give a shit what they look like, darling, as long as you don’t wear Theo’s godawful clothing anymore.”

I plucked at the offending shirt. “What’s wrong with Nirvana?”

“I don’t know what Nirvana is, but it smells like him.” He wrinkled his nose. “And then you come to my bed and smell like him.”

This time it was my turn to laugh. “You don’t like it when I smell like Theo?”