CHAPTER 67

AHVI’S POINT OF VIEW}

My hands are cold and they are trembling; my legs can barely keep my balance as they shake; and my head is pounding with an unbearable ache that seems to have been persistent for ages. I feel sick.

I feel sick in my stomach and every part of my body.

A lot is happening—a lot that my brain can't seem to comprehend at once. One moment I'm in the living room with the brothers, and I can still hear the sound of Vance’s voice and his words; they ring and echo in my head. The next moment, I'm back at the hotel with Vance and Damien after Leonardo lets me go.

Vance tries to help me sit but I smack his hand away and sluggishly drag myself to the bed and sit down. I hug my arms around myself and stare into nothing yet there’s a war in my head that's never-ending and this war circles Vance.

He doesn't love me. He wants to kill me. The words are hovering and they cause tears to form and then roll down my face and the pain in my heart becomes so unbearable that I can't stop