CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED & THIRTY ONE

Colin's Pov

The sun peeked through the blinds and almost made me blind. As I groaned out of the couch, with heavy eyes and my robe still tied around me. I felt lightheaded and my head hurt seemingly everywhere. I stood up slowly, with my hands at the back of my head, feeling a sore growing there. I could sense it was late morning, and I wondered how long I had slept?

Or what made me fall asleep?

As the last I remember I had been talking to Noah, standing by the fireplace; not in bed, or on the couch?

I turned around and saw my kitchen. And I frowned, moving slowly, past the living room and reaching the counter. I remembered what had happened yesterday, and was surprised as I saw the rubble cleared. There were no broken pieces of plates and glass and wood or red blood?

Noah had been true to his word, and had called the cleaners to clear the mess. He had been here last night; in the pouring rain, and now was gone in the morning sun. And it disturbed me. As I was still wondering what had