Chapter 7. I Can't Hold Back

Our mansion's rear overlooks a warehouse.

As glass is the wall on two sides of our matrimonial room, we can see half the house's front and half its back.

I often stared at the warehouse, sitting in my favorite leather chair and sipping hot or cold milk, depending on the weather. But I've never been inside it since I didn't think it was important.

Except now.

Zeath brought me into it. And, as I thought, there's nothing much to it: just darkness and echoes of the slightest sound.

For hours now, I've also been waiting for Zeath to break the silence. He doesn't. But he's here. His scent lingers, and so do the echoes of his footsteps whenever he moves an inch or two.

Fear dominates me now instead of the tears I shed at Mama Tia's place. Each minute that ticks by with me here makes me scared to my liver.

I'm not used to the dark. I was never tossed into one either.

Darkness reminds me of stories that spread around the globe—of Gratfiend Lupin's sav