Genevieve:
“Finch!” The door opened, and Wolvin finally got up to walk over to his handyman. He reached him, standing beside him and wrapping his arm around his shoulder. Finch was watching me with shock-filled eyes.
“Don’t worry, she knows,” Wolvin patted his shoulder and let him inside. Finch was no longer wearing those weird clothes. He was in a black shirt and brown pants, his hair much longer and styled in a braid.
“Come, have a seat,” Wolvin offered him a seat. The way the two were smiling at each other made me realize they weren’t just master and servant, but friends.
“You two, sit down,” Wolvin said, pointing at me as he took his seat across the table from us. I carefully pulled the chair back and then sat down, facing Finch, who had an attitude I hadn’t seen before. It was st
