Chapter Six
Tyson held the door open for Sabine to step into his apartment. He went to the bedroom to deposit her bags from the boutique on the floor in front of the closet, and when he returned to her, she was standing in front of the floor to ceiling glass window with one of the best views of Lake Michigan.
"Beautiful isn't it? Twenty-eighth floor penthouse. From here all you can see is the lake in front of you, and it feels like floating on the water at the bow of a ship."
Sabine moved in front of him and leaned into his torso. He could take a hint. He wrapped his arms around her little body, placing his chin on the top of her head, and closed his eyes to pretend it was three hundred years ago and nothing had changed or gone wrong.
Unfortunately, what his memory brought back to him was the night that she died.
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