The car rolled to a halt and it was then Rosa turned her attention to where they were. The house that stood in the large sweeping driveway was huge. The stonework was a work of art in itself and she could tell the house was worth a small fortune. It was the type of house she could imagine gothic heroines running from when the bumping in the closet turned out to be much more than a mouse.

Axel noticed her shocked expression and a smile spread across his lips. "Welcome to my home. Well, my childhood home. It's my parents’ house but they prefer to spend their time abroad. Mother...