
Dante was a little surprised at her snippy reply. She sure seemed to be angry about it.
"Well, I didn't expect you to recieve the message until a reasonable hour... But I'll leave you alone then. sad I won't contact you again if you're gonna be so pissy at me."
He flopped down onto his bed and began to surf the internet, feeling twice as guilty now that it seemed he had no chance to make it up to her, and now that it looked like he wasn't going to be able to inherit anything. He'd have to live in a
house! A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of losing his penthouse and all that came with it.
Memories of horrible things he'd done to Rachel ran through his head, and now he wondered if this was karma. After being granted such a wonderful gift, to turn around and torture his best friend...
It was only when he was swimming in the pool his family owned that he realised just how much he missed her when there were no other children to play games with. Every so often he felt that realisation again, and for ages he'd been trying to find Rachel so he could apologise. To be shot down like this was disheartening to say the least.
Dante climbed off his bed and removed his clothes to change into some comfortable pyjamas. He wore a pair of red flannel pants and the matching shirt, but had the shirt unbuttoned because his penthouse was already warm enough. He reached into the fridge to get a drink and sat back on his bed while he swallowed the contents of the can.