“Sorry if it’s offensive. I understand if you don’t want to answer.” Lana stated, seeming embarrassed. Amour laughed, making Lana’s heart skip a beat.
“It’s fine—I don’t mind saying. It was our house-keeper, Maggie. She poisoned me. She was twenty, and she asked me to…to”
“To be her boyfriend?”
“I guess so. So, I turned her down, and she had it in for me since. Then she put rat-poison in my drink when she was making it.”
“Why were you so angry at first? ‘Cause now you’re happy and comfortable. Was that just an act at first?”
“To be honest, I believe it’s you who makes me comfortable here.” Amour exclaimed. Lana’s skin turned bright red.
“Moving on… Question…um…Next question!” she said having forgotten how many questions she’d asked.
“Go ahead.” Amour said.
“Okay…umm…How old are you?”
“Technically, I’m three hundred and five. But I look seventeen.” He said, smiling in a way that dazed Lana.
“Wuh-wow!” Lana stuttered. Amour nodded, still smiling.
“Lana! What’re you doing up there? You’ve been there for hours!” Lana’s mum called. Lana’s eyes widened.
“Uh-oh. Um, I’m on Facebook!” Lana called back.
“We don’t have a computer!”
“I’m on my phone!” Lana shouted, getting frustrated. She could picture her mum rolling her blue eyes and walking away. Amour looked up at Lana’s clock.
“I’m so sorry, but I have to tell you something, and then I have to go.” He exclaimed,
“I have a limit to the amount of time I become…more than a voice, and that limit is nearly up.” He said seriously. Lana was about to say something before Amour interrupted her with a passionate kiss.