Chapter 7

The darkened room was nothing like the kitchen. That was a state of the art room that had everything someone could every need. It was kept as clean as a restaurants should be. He took time to scrub every surface and make sure it was exactly as it was when it was brand new. She watched him as he worked and laughed as he cracked jokes about everything.

When they moved to a different room, she knew it was not as clean. It was actually a mess like a tornado had been in there. Masamune was serious about two things in his life, and extra cleaning wasn't one of them. He loved to fight. He was good at it. Having trained with some of the best over the years, he was a fighting machine when it came to the battlefield, a force to be reckoned with both as a tactical advisor and one on one. Off the battlefield, he was a passionate about food. It was infectious, and Gabbie of all people had caught it from him.