Chapter Eleven
Surveying the damage, I could see the fear in his eyes. His mansion had nearly burnt down overnight. Everything would have to be rebuilt. No one was injured, but still the damage would cost him a lot. “Is there anything that I can do?”
He sighed, placing the palm of his hand over his forehead he thought. “I don’t think so. I’ll just have to get it fixed up.”
“Are you sure?” I touched his arm. The night before we had slept together and he had not disappeared. The act of waking up together had seemed to have changed things. Now I was more concerned about his well-being than rather or not my touch would make him uncomfortable. After all, in the grand scheme of things, if I truly felt the way that I was starting to feel I shouldn’t have worried about whether or not something
