Chapter 6Oliver and Ricky’s home was the last thing I ever expected. An upmarket townhouse in the centre of London with beautiful marble floors and an equally elegant staircase awaited me. Every room was adorned with fine art and exquisite furniture. I suppose I should have expected it as soon as I realised they were gay.
I sat in their marble and chrome kitchen long after they’d both gone to bed and nursed my third cup of coffee. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to sleep tonight, not after everything that had happened. Every time I closed my eyes all I could see were the flames that had almost devoured me inside my own home. What little I had was gone.
It was just after two in the morning when I heard footsteps on the stairs. They came down the hallway towards me and when
