[DREXTON'S HOUSE]
Dark room, heat oozing from the flame filling the room. A flame, the very same flame he had vowed not to let quench. Same one that had been burning for ten years.
Drexton stood near the burning flame, his eyes fixed on the burning flame. The fire illuminated in his emotionless eyes. He was fueling the fire, and as he added more fuel, the fire burned.
As he stared at the fire, his mind revolved around Ixora. Each piece of fuel poured into the fire was a gentle reminder of Blake's face at the restaurant and at Ixora's house.
Did Blake think he had forgotten the punch? He does not forget things, and punching Blake back was something he'd never do.
He felt satisfied seeing Blake running around for her, and the tears—a part he wouldn't miss. He had watched everything, in
