[Adelaide Knowles]
“What are you doing?” Nomi’s voice startles me out of perusing the shelves in Christian’s study. Lately, and quite to my waning fight I’ve been in his room more than the last time I saw the walls of mine, with Cutie, waffling about. She was being potty trained so there was no need for me to bother about her messing up the place. Although, Christian never complained about it, I was being mindful not to push my limits more than I could handle, and so far, as guarded as we poised, I could feel this plan fading into dust.
The concept of space, as I learned earlier, didn't exist to him. Wasn’t that why I was in my robe, browsing through the books in his library, like I belonged here. Like this was a norm. My subconscious, which has been very active lately, seemed to remi
