Walking down the alley, with the cold breeze that swept through the halls, steps knocking down the marble floor, icy walls that stood before me. Looking back I can tell he was looking at me. It couldn't be helped. " Why have you come to live here, Barrington?," he said coldly, smiling in a villainous way." Besides,this home is no good place for a young princely charm like you to call a hideout." I didn't take that as a warning," I'm no prince or a charm, I haven't even went here to live here. I am here for one importance." "and what is that,then? It's not like I pity the looks of it. Bear in mind that I mayn't be the owner of this house,someone else is. and you wouldn't want to know who." " It's her."