He keeps true to his promise. He truly doesn't touch me. Our relationship improved after his promise after our relations stopped. We share the same bed, but he doesn't invade my space like he normally did and I can sleep well during the night. The nightmares have stopped, too. I have breakfast downstairs with the pack every day, but we share lunch in his office. We don't talk about much except the pack. He insists on not telling me where he gets the money for all the expenses.
"Do they rob houses?"
"No."
"Banks?"
"No."
"Supermarkets?"
"Quit it. I'm not going to tell you."
"Don't you trust me? Do you think I'll hand you over to the police?"
"This has nothing to do with trust. Some things should simply be kept a secret."
I lean back in my chair. "It's that bad, huh?"
He doesn't respond and kicks me out of his office. I'll drop the subject for now, but I still want to know. But it's a touchy subject for him, so maybe he has a pact with the devil.
