Chapter Eight

Saratan’s P.O.V

If he was just messing around or saying the truth, I’ll never know, because he drove off right after Dregen threatened to slap him upside the head.

I stood beside Dregen as he typed in a passcode close to the front door and after the doors beeped open, he walked in, not sparing me a glance.

Holy shit…this place is stunning and we’re only in the foyer. No wonder he can afford to pay up the losses I supposedly caused Feeders Corp.

But then I thought of the rumor that the house was haunted and the beautiful decorations seemed less fancy all of a sudden.

You only have to live here for a year, Saratan! Don’t think about anything else.

Still following Dregen—I guess he was intentionally walking slowly because of me—I made my way through the mansion and finally found him at the door of a study.

“I asked if you had any other rules.”

“No, Miss Credi. I have no other rules. Now leave me alone, I have more pressing things to do.”

I watch him as he curled his hand around