#Chapter 29 Something more

Patara Dylan sat with me in the living room all night. He started a fire with only a flick of his flingers. He kept his distance across the couch throughout the night, but I still managed to move a little closer as each hour went on. I held a steaming cup of something that tasted like hot chocolate—but looked blue in color. He lounged with his feet up on the coffee table in front of him and a bit of tiredness in his gaze. Neither of us had made a move towards the stairs to get the rest our bodies wanted. “Who took care of you when your parents passed?” I asked with caution. Dylan ran his long fingers through his dark hair to move it out of his eyes. He moved his gaze slowly along the ceiling as if he was looking for the answer. “My parents had many servants or butlers. Whatever you humans call them. They raised me until I was old enough to raise myself. I lived a long time in a vengeful rage until I finally realized that it wasn’t going to bring them back.” His eyes t