Chapter 40

　　Alice

　　I roll my eyes the second the door to my room is closed. The older Dior is sitting on my bed with a cheese tray in his lap. He is munching away while looking at some nature program with sharks in it—typical older Dior.

　　"What if someone finds you in here?" I ask as I near my bed, slipping a knee over the mattress to climb up. The duvet is dark blue cashmere, summoned by none other than the prince of darkness himself.

　　"Let them." Dior doesn't even look away from the screen. "Patricia seems to have finally found the other me, and I'm not exactly a threat to them—I want her to be happy."

　　I sigh and glance at a lion eating a zebra. "Why do you keep coming back here, then?"

　　"Why not?" Dior snorts and his lips form a grin. "This timeline is heading in another direction so far away from my own that I find it interesting, and besides, you still need my help."