Chapter Fifty
Third Person Pov.
Hearing footsteps, Anya almost screamed in fear but as she glimpsed the man being helped into the living room by Darnell, her eyes widened as she quickly rushed up to help but he waved her off before collapsing into her arms like a sack of potatoes.
“He's injured and a bit high,” Darnell whispered to her as he helped her out in taking him to the huge couch she had been occupying just moments ago.
“Yeah, I can see that. Right after you both blew up a f*****g building, what next, a plane?!” She asked and Darnell took one look at the reporter still mumbling on about the fire before his neck flushed and he quickly made an excuse under his breath before escaping her probing gaze.
If he thought his young master's gaze were scary then the one this young lady h
