Thirty-Two: Trust Is A Dangerous Game.

The feel of the cold methylated liquid against the side of her face forced her eyes to part slowly and painfully. Emma narrowed her blurry gaze unto nothing in particular in front of her until Damien came in full focus with his hands framing her jaw.

"It's okay" He whispered and jerking from the chair, Emma looked around.

"There was—" Her words were slurpy as she let out a shaky breath. "There was a man here, where is he?" She asked upon the realization that she had blacked out next to the counter and next to a man that had a gun in his hands. She turned to look to Damien who had a head wound of his own tendered to but he just fastened his gaze tighter around her.

"He's gone" His voice was reassuring and convincing but not enough to make her relax back into the chair just yet. She still stole callous glances around her and there was a sharp silence to breed between the both of them—one that was broken by her very own sigh of relief.

"What did he want, Damien?" She asked him and he ro