Christian’s nothing like him.
That was the first thing going through my mind as I took a look at the collection of weapons on the wall.
Christian was fearless but cautious. Even though I definitely knew they were there, I had never ever seen weapons in the house. “Why do you have to be crazy? I thought I finally met someone normal.” I sighed as I observed the room.
It was nothing like an office. It seemed dark and uncomfortable—almost like a dungeon. There was no time for useless thoughts. I had to get myself together so I could search what I came for.
I took my chances and walked to the desk, but my heart almost dropped when I opened a drawer. It was full of pictures on top of pictures and pictures. I gasped and pulled them out to take a look at them.
