Harry slept soundly.
With the warmth from the yang energy flowing through him, he felt a cozy heat emanate from his very core. It was like a clearing after days of relentless rain—outside, a gentle breeze drifted by, skies were high and clear, perfectly cool, neither damp nor dry. It was the kind of weather that left a person feeling absolutely refreshed.
Little did he know, tonight, more than one group had their eyes on his new home.
But even if he had known, he probably wouldn't have cared—as long as no one came to mess with him.
Right now, all he wanted was a good night's sleep.
He had barely started working, and he'd already pulled two or three all-nighters. It was getting harder to keep up.
If it weren't for Director and Victor, who as representatives of the Serenity Funeral Home and the Blazing Sun Divison, had stuffed this opportunity down his throat, he might've just given up.
