Chapter Sixty

The car rolled to a halt and it was then Rosa turned her attention to where they were. The house that stood in the large sweeping driveway was huge. The stonework was a work of art in itself and she could tell the house was worth a small fortune. It was the type of house she could imagine gothic heroines running from when the bumping in the closet turned out to be much more than a mouse.

Axel noticed her shocked expression and a smile spread across his lips. "Welcome to my home. Well, my childhood home. It's my parents’ house but they prefer to spend their time abroad. Mother likes the warmth and father will give her anything she wants."

Rosa turned terrified eyes to him and gulped. "Your parents aren't here, are they? Not now?"

His smile grew even wider. "No. As I said, they prefer being abroad. They never come back here. It has some bad memories so they leave it to me and Lorenzo to use when we see fit."

Rosa let out a shaking breath and turned to look up at the house once more. It