CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

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“So, do you sleep?” I asked the grey-eyed man leaning against the kitchen cabinet. A curious smile pulled at the corner of my lips.

He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You are very curious, aren't you?”

“Hey!” I chided him, laughing as I chopped the bell peppers on the tray. “You can't blame me. I have had a lot I have been wanting to ask you.” I defended myself with a Cheshire grin.

It was nightfall. André and I were in the kitchen in the Castle. I was staying over at his place and he told me he wanted to cook me dinner. I didn't oppose but I strongly wanted to help out.

I didn't just want to sit upstairs and leave the cooking to him alone. I'd be bored out of my mind.

I knew I could have chosen to catch up on the books I wanted to read but a huge part of me wanted to spend time with him.

I'd have asked him since I found out about what he was but let's just say we have been too busy catching up. André was insatiable. He want