Chapter 9
It took me a second to gather my courage. What would I see if I continued this tour of his naughty private collection? How bad could it be? Somehow I couldn’t imagine Sky proudly displaying a painting that depicted our tragic parting of the ways, or a bitter break up that rivaled any Hollywood marriage. Plus he didn’t appear fearful or despondent, like what he planned to show me somehow forecast terror or doom for the both of us. I had already lived through one enormous shock. Hell, even now, I could oddly feel myself getting used to the idea that my lover had some sort of voodoo running through his veins, allowing him to spy into the future. So what the hell, I decided, let’s have a look at whatever the future held for me…for him…for us and deal with the fallout.
When I nodded
