"How long has it been since the attack?" Bree asked, her eyes glued on my face.
"A week," I answered, voice low and depressed.
"And how have you been since then?" She's been trying to assess my mental state, I understand. Truthfully, I feel safe with Pierre's presence and protection. The guy's safeguarding is too much to the point that until now, I am still locked up in the house.
"I'm fine, Bree. My mind is not that fragile." I smiled at her. She nods and glanced at Peirre, who is staring at me with a bright expression.
"That's wonderful!"Bree stood up and smiled brightly, "then I'm going to leave you too." But then she stopped at the door and muttered, "The lumin has started."