After two hours, I put the stuff I had in my luggage into the closet as well as trying on all the things already in the closet. Did Nicandro bought all this clothes, shoes and accessories just for me? My cheeks heated a little at the thought.

After playing dress up for about a hour an a half, I decided to take a nice bath whilst trying out the bath products in the bathroom. There were a huge variety of them such as bath bombs, bath salts, bath gel, body scrubs and other weird stuffs I've never even heard of but added into the bathtub anyways.

Breton also checked in with me, I told him I was fine but he didn't believe that I was actually safe. Then I told him staying in a freaking mansion with Nicandro, he kept quite after that.

I've decided to put on a long sleeve t-shirt paired of sweatpants but changed my mind to leggings instead. I figure it would be weird wearing sweatpants walking around in a mansion.

I walked along the same hallway which I walked to my room previously, followed by walking down the flight of stairs and back into the main room. I saw two ladies bringing dishes walked passed me and I follow suit behind them.

The dining room was pretty small as there were only six chairs around the table. I was pretty sure this wasn't the main dining room anyway. There were four fat and long candles at the four corners of the room, with a big ring light on the centre of the wall. I spotted Nicandro sitting at one of the two chairs at the side, so I took a seat directly opposite him.

"Hey." He said as he spotted me pulling out the chair and put the phone down.

"Hi." I said as sat down.

"How did you like your room for the time being?"

"I hope that's a rhetorical question." I chuckled.

"I'm glad you're satisfied with it, you'll be staying there for a while. Anyway, let's eat."

"This looks good." And looked down at the cheese baked rice.

"It's the chef's specialty."

"Oh wow, it's amazing." I took a mouthful of the rice.

"I know, I only eat it on an occasion."

"And what's the occasion?" I asked.

"First, you're here. Second, we're both going to take down a drug lord." He gave me a smile and I returned it.

We ate in silence for a few minutes before I propped him with a question.

"So have you asked the detectives?"

"Yeah, they won't budge, as I predicted."

"Who do you think they're controlled by?"

"They can be controlled by anyone who is willing to pay them money to keep quiet or someone with power over them."

"That doesn't narrow down our suspects at all." I sighed.

"We'll just have to look for motives to begin with. I'll have Efren dig up some files on the powerful people in Madrid."

"Okay. And you're going to ask your grandfather about it too?"

"I don't know. He doesn't let me in on these things which is annoying. Like he wants me to take on bigger roles but doesn't fill me in on the threats against my family, we kind of got into a huge argument about it." And took a sip of his drink.

"That's why you went away?"

"Yeah."

"It's fine. I wouldn't even have the resource if not for you, we'll just do it another way."

We finished our meal within a five minutes.

"Now I'm famished." I said a took a huge gulp of water.

"Right, I should start getting ready for school tomorrow." Nicandro said while dragging out the word 'school'.

"Wouldn't your family mind me staying here?" I quietly asked when we were walking up the stairs.

"Maybe, but I don't mind. This house is under my name, my grandfather changed it to mine for my eighteenth birthday present. So they can't tell me who I can or cannot let stay in this house."

"You've got to stop calling this a house." I chuckled.

He smirked at that, showing his dimples. Both of us stood in the hallway, none of us moving.

"Goodnight, Alveanea." He said after a few seconds of silence.

"Goodnight, Nicandro."

I went back to reading the book I was previously reading before a vibration from my phone caught my attention. I reached to my phone on the nightstand and looked at the notification.

"Friend?": Are u in Madrid now?

Me: Yes, why?

"Friend?": I'm in Madrid too.

What? In that case I wanna find out who this mystery person I've been texting is.

Me: We should meet up.

"Friend?": Which area r u living at? I'll find us a place to meet at.

I definitely shouldn't tell this person I'm staying at the mansion with the prince of Spain. And also I don't fully trust this person yet. I figure meeting in a very public place would be a good idea.

Me: How about the benches near the huge water fountain at the pentagon square?

"Friend?": Ok, what time?

Me: 11am

"Friend?": See u then, we've got much to discuss.

I continued to read my book when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." I sat up straight on the bed as the door opened.

Efren walked in, holding a box in his hands.

"The prince asked me to pass you the files on the possible suspects." And placed the box on the bed.

"Thanks." I said and he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I started looking through the files on the powerful people. Inside the files contain many information about them such as their birth dates, their bank account numbers, transactions in their bank accounts, names of family members, all the properties which they own etc.

It might have been hours of going through about a hundred files trying to narrow down who might be working for or with felon before I fell asleep.

"Tell me about yourself. I don't know anything about you and we've been living together for the past two days." Zari shrugged.

"I don't know anything about you either."

"I'm sixteen and I've been in the foster home since I was five. I ran away about a year ago." She took a bite of her burger.

"I'm fourteen and I've been in the foster home before I could even walk. I got adopted when I was eleven but both my foster parents passed away."

"Your life sounds more rough than mine. If you don't mind answering, how did your foster parents passed?"

"Foster mom died of cancer. Foster dad was a bad person."

"You um... killed him?" She furrowed her eyebrows.

I took a bunch of fries and stuffed it in my mouth but did not say anything.

"I've killed someone too." She said softly.

"Who?"

"Some guy tried to rape me. I bashed his head with a brick. Didn't mean to kill him though, but I don't feel guilty about it either."

"I killed him because he hurt my foster mom and I." I said after a few seconds of silence and turned my back towards her to show her the scars on my back which were the two strokes that he gave me.

"Oh my god." She covered her mouth with her hand.

"I don't feel guilty about it either." I turned to face her again.

I woke up with the sunlight shining brightly on my face. I noticed that some of the files fell onto the floor and gathered all of them to put them neatly back into the box again. I looked at the clock and saw that it's over nine already, which means Nicandro must be in school already. I got myself ready, wearing a t-shirt with a sweater over it and a leather jacket on top of it. I paired it with jeans, sneakers and a beanie to finish the look.

I opened the door and saw that breakfast was already placed outside. I took my time to eat my breakfast while searching up the internet how to go to the pentagon square.

I was walking out the door when I heard someone call out to me. I turned around and saw that it's Leya.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Just out to the pentagon square." I replied her.

"Do you need a ride there?"

"No need, it's a ten minute walk there anyways."

"Alright, his royal highness wanted to me tell you that he'll be back before four."

I nodded my head and left the mansion. When I reached the place of the meet up, I was five minutes early so I took out my phone and saw some messages.

"Friend?": I'll be there in a minute.

Me: I'm alr there.

I opened the other message.

Breton: Any progress?

Me: Nope, hoping to get some answers tdy. How was your day?

Breton: Great, won a lawsuit in court.

As I was replying the message, I sensed someone had sat beside me on the bench. I looked up and saw someone vaguely familiar to someone I knew. Someone familiar to Viktor.

It was Peter, his brother.