Lance Everdale
"I honestly don't know what to do with you lot." She said and scratched her head. "I'm gonna take a bath. Where's your bathroom?"
"There's a bathroom in my guest room on the second floor. Just take the stairs and the first room on your left will be your room."
"Got it. Thanks." She left and disappeared from his sight.
Still clutching the book, he studied the picture.
"She stayed on his side, in her search to find traces of you in him huh. It would be nice if that was true." he murmured as he caressed the picture.
He never meant to disappear on her. She was precious to him. More than his painting. His goals. His desire to be free. She was his top priority. The longer she stayed with him the stronger his desire to make her his.