Chapter Sixty-four

"Thank you." Dylan murmured, clutching the handle of the mug Idad had dropped infront of him. He brought the steaming mug up slowly to his lips and took a sip of the black liquid gazing out the window, he couldn't see much because of the torrential rain pouring outside. Idad wouldn't let him be, told him she didn't believe the charade they were putting up, she grilled him of every bit of truth; the reason they got married, his revenge, and all that happened in Paris. Idad listened to him, didn't judge him and she'd shown him so much support he didn't think he deserved it.

"If all of what you just told me is true and that you really love her then you shouldn't just tell her, you have to show her. You know Dylan; we women want to be wooed not just seduced. You have to make her see it."

Dylan looked impervious then but the thought had crossed his mind but he didn't know how to go about it.

For the first time in his life Dylan felt afraid, afraid that