I didn't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I realized that Dexter's hand was still under my head.
I rubbed my forehead and looked at Dexter drowsily. Did he maintain that position the whole journey?
That was more than three hours! Was he really a fool or just pretending to be one?
"Where are we?" I asked quietly.
"Tré old Black residence," Dexter explained in a low voice. He took my hand in his, looking scared.
The pitiful look in his beautiful eyes gave me the urge to protect him from all danger.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here," I told him, patting the back of his hand. In all actuality, I was scared as well.
What kind of place was this? The house was surrounded by mountains and looked very desolate.
Not only that, the dim light from the lamps made it seem like a haunted house.
I swallowed. After mustering up my courage, I pulled Dexter out of the car.
