Chapter 12Shiro sat on the sofa in the living room. He couldn’t believe he’d allowed Pitch to come inside. The only dominant who’d been in the house since Torben passed away was Bernard. He’d lived with them for a short while, but Shiro hadn’t been able to stand it.
“Here we go.” Pitch put on a movie. Shiro didn’t know which one, but he didn’t care. There was a knot in his belly, but he didn’t have the energy to deal with the bakery today. He was sick of having to deal with Bernard, and yet he never would survive without him. Or he might survive, but he would lose the bakery and his free will.
“You’re thinking too much.”
Shiro looked at Pitch who was standing in the middle of the room. “Am I?”
“You are. Watch the movie and forget all your problems. I’ll be here—” He pointed at the floo
