The wizard and I sat on opposite sides of the room, our eyes locked in every second. His long brown hair fell over his shoulders. I decided to end the endless circle of intense gazing and look around the room. Good bed, nice curtains, a wooden table that looked like it was designed by a very experienced carpenter, and ofcourse the flowers by the window. The room looked fairly expensive. Now that I tqa thinking about it, I suddenly wondered how we were going to pay for it. It's not like I had any money, and I assumed the same for Drumond.
The thought of him suddenly sent shivers down my spine. I suddenly began to fantasise about the things that had happened so far, things that happened in secret. The way he made me feel was like a drug. I could not stay away even if I tried. And I did try
