He killed ma'am Mariam

Grace's POV

I didn't know when I began to force back the blush from creeping into my cheeks. He just woke up and he was already seeing this.

“I'll… I'll just go… get you some food” I couldn't help but stammer and was about to walk away when Davis pulled me back, causing me to fall on his chest before he wrapped his arms around my tiny waist.

I didn't argue, as I had always wanted to feel his warmth since the night we were attacked. He inhaled my hair before he pressed his lips on my head.

“I love you so much, baby. Thank you for your strength”

My eyes swelled with tears and I sniffed,

“I love you too. Thank you for not dying”

I pulled away and looked into his eyes,

“That man was the same man who killed my sister, Davis. His voice, I could recognize it. He was the one who killed my sister in cold blood. Even when I did what he wanted, he still killed her. Then he captured Helen, he was the one who sent that letter to come back to New York to meet you. I am so sure of it, Davis. A