"My dog. Lucifer." I said, resting my hands at the edge of the pool by Blake’s boots.
Blake looked down at me with a grim determination on his face.
"I do not like pets." He stated simply with his anger was not at all diminished.
It was not just about my dog. My effort in his room had the impact I had expected.
Like I care? I wanted to say, but quietly refrained. It's not like I wanted to be here. I wish I didn't have to be.
Was that entirely true? The circumstances had forced me into this situation, but the mansion I was now in was spectacularly beautiful and majestic. I absolutely loved the pool and the swimming. At that moment, I did not mind being here. And I would not mind calling this place home until I found justice for Brian and could return to my own life.
"I have no one
