Two days and two nights, wrapped in endless darkness and passion. She drifted in and out of consciousness, vaguely remembering the man feeding her something, only to start another round of intimate questioning.
By the end of it, Delphine would tremble just hearing the word "Time," the month-long shadows left by filming pale in comparison to the dread brought by Ignatius Leclair's beast-like fervor over the past two days and nights.
This man, truly, more savage than any beast.
At noon on the third day, Maximilian finally knocked on the door.
Ever since Ignatius and Miss Delphine returned home after the wrap party, they hadn't left the house for two days and two nights. It wasn't just Miss Delphine's agent who was beside herself with worry; even Maximilian was starting to feel uneasy.
