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“Edward?” I stepped in the house, cautious and still unable to remove the fiery building imprinted in my mind.

It awed me to think Edward had something to do with it. I knew he was thorough when it came to dealing with people in his way but I did not expect this. This was beyond everything I had seen him do while working under him.

“Dinner is ready,” he stepped into the living room, a wide smile on his face and wiping his hands.

“We need to talk about Mr Lennon. Did you do that?”

“I had a plan.”

“It involved fire.”

“Exactly. Is there a problem?”

“Of course there is a problem. What if the cops find out it was you?”

“They won’t. Why don’t you go clean up?”

I pursed my lips and took in a deep breath. My head kept swimming but slowly calmed. Avoiding his gaze, I left him to freshen up and change into a more comfortable clothing.

“Are you mad?” He softly asked when I turned to leave the bedroom. Edward leaned against the door, playing with his wedding ring.

I thought about h