Chapter Forty Four

TESSA'S POV

I was pained watching my uncle slowly turn into a shadow of himself. I only get a glimpse of him, and that is it.

The last time we actually spoke was on the day of the attack. He is the only family I have now, and I don't want anything to happen to him. Maybe I should be worried about anyone who pisses him off when in a foul mood.

Kat has been unconscious ever since the attack; it's been hard to watch her hooked up on some machine and under constant watch.

I was at the dining room this lonely morning, picking up my breakfast, with memories of Kat flooding my mind. I missed our breakfast together, teasing and taunting my uncle to our hearts content.

The memory of my last deal with him, when he asked me to bring Kat over at the woods for a love picnic flashed in my eyes.

I have no idea why I am feeling it this much when I have only just met her; maybe it's because she clicked so well or because I have no actual friends, thanks to my uncle.

But whichever it is, I feel o