Then I turned to look at the wall behind me, and my mouth dropped open. There was a huge, almost wall-to-wall laminated picture there. It was the Phantom of the Opera. Clad in a caped nineteenth century coat with his face slightly turned away, and his white mask illuminated, the Phantom had his hand raised, protecting himself from the glaring light. The background was dark, aside from a brilliant chandelier that took up the upper left part of the picture.
I stared at the Phantom in awe. He could have been Lei. I could easily imagine Lei in that tuxedo and black caped coat. Yes, Lei was scarred, too. Only hisscars were invisible. “Big fan, huh?” I asked, still staring at the picture.
Lei stood right beside me. “Yeah, I…love him.”
The way he’d said it. Lovehim. I was almost jealous.
“Please, sit down.” Lei walked away and sat on one of the couches, his gaze lingering on the flickering candles. “Can I get you anything?”