I crack my eye open.I'm in a light room. Hospital. I've been in one too many times already. I know. I cast a glance around the room and see Damien sitting on an upholstered chair in the corner. The first thing I notice about him is how bruised his knuckles are, so I assume that Felix Baldwyn is in the past. He's no longer among the living.What a relief.He notices that I'm awake and stands. He grabs my hand, the one that isn't covered in bandages. He kisses the top of it. "How are you feeling?""Better," I admit. I feel a lot stronger, and I'm not light-headed. I also don't feel any pain at the moment. I don't remember getting here, though. I passed out in the car and hadn't woken up since. "How long have you been sitting there?""Not too long," he says, but I can tell that he's lying. "I spoke to the doctor. He said you have a bad sprain, your wrist isn't broken. There was no sign of internal bleeding, either, but you'll have to rest for a few days."I nod. I'm relieved that nothin
Devon knocks on Sam's door.It's a little too early to be paying him a visit, but he has nowhere else to go. He needs a place to stay, he can't go back to his apartment and he doesn't feel like going back to the hospital just yet. He's still enraged by the conversation he had with Keller. Who does that arrogant bastard think he is? Fuck him. Devon will be sure to carry a weapon with him at all times. When he looks over his shoulder and sees him, he'll shoot first. Fucker.Sam opens the door in his robe. He's rubbing his eyes. "What the hell are you doing here?"Devon makes his way inside without an invitation. "I need a place to stay for a few hours. I'll leave at daybreak.""That's not what I meant," he says. "Why are you not in the hospital? Were you discharged?""I don't like to be told what to do, I thought you knew that.""This isn't a joke," he says firmly, not appreciating his carelessness. "You're in no state to be wandering the streets. Look at yourself. You look a lot worse
Damien gives everyone around the table a black look.He didn't imagine himself in this position. He didn't need this unnecessary shit. He should've been discussing possible strategies to end this blood feud with them, not this. To make matters worse? None of them will meet his gaze. That's how he knows someone fucked up royally. One of them is guilty.One of them is lying.Ethan is the first to speak. "Don't fucking look at me like that. I didn't drown that stupid bitch, alright?"He waits for Theo's answer. There's more probability that she did this and not Ethan. She was the one who suggested that she take care of Elizabeth, and he knows her too well. He knows she's hiding something. She glances at him briefly, then sighs. "I didn't do anything, either.""Come on," Ethan says. "You sound as guilty as you look."That seems to infuriate her. "And you don't? You were agitated and impatient. You wanted to go someplace eagerly, and only after Damien left!""Not to kill Elizabeth!" he exc
It's been three days.I'll be discharged today. I'm so glad that I'll be out of this room. I couldn't stand it. These past days have been torturous; firstly, I've been having recurrent nightmares of Ferdinand. Every time I close my eyes, he's all I see. I think I underestimated how much living with him affected me mentally. I only knew him for a handful of weeks. It's crazy.I'm afraid. I'm constantly in fear. I couldn't relax because I'd keep imagining him walking through those doors. Every time the door opened, my heart would sink, but it always ended up being just a nurse or the doctor. I kept convincing myself that he wouldn't be able to find me, but the irrational part of me spoke much louder.I didn't realize until now that I'm absolutely terrified of him.I was just trying to get away from him and keep my mother safe, I didn't know at the time what it would cost me. Out of everything that happened to me these past couple of weeks, finding out that he's alive affected me the mos
Damien walks out of the conference room.He's grinding his teeth together. He's never felt this humiliated in all his life, even though the meeting went well. He was given a formal apology, which all sounded like bullshit to him, and they offered him their allegiance. They're willing to stand with him against the Consuelos family and put the past behind them. That's the issue, his only issue. How can he forget?They were conspiring against him. His father founded the council, yet not a single man there showed any respect for that when Eduardo was alive and telling them what to do. There's still about half of them who are siding with the Browns, but they're in no way important. It'd be easy to defeat them and when they lose this war, they'll be forced to relinquish all their assets to them. That's the price the loser has to pay. That's what Damien had been trying to avoid all these months.It killed him to sit there and accept their apology. He wanted nothing more than to shoot every s
“I know what you're thinking," Theo begins, rather aggressively. "I didn't do it. I didn't kill Elizabeth.""That's not what I was thinking," I assure her. "It didn't even cross my mind."I got a little nervous when I saw her, mostly because of our history. We got close when we had to take care of Brad, but I don't know how she feels about me now that he's gone. Does she still have that terrible opinion of me? That I'm a gold-digging, traitorous person? She's never said those words exactly, but she has implied.Her shoulders sag and she stops a couple of feet away from me. "I feel awful, though. So fucking awful, and I don't know what to do about all this..." She trails off, not finishing her sentence. Guilt. Is that what she planned on saying? Why would she be guilty if she didn't kill Elizabeth?What's truly going on here?I don't know what to say, so I just look at her. She's lost some weight, she wasn't like this when I met her two months ago. I guess it's easier to tell the diffe
Sebastian isn't enthusiastic about meeting Juan Consuelos.There's something about the man that irritated him from the start, like having his assistant call instead of calling himself. Isn't that disrespectful? Does he think he's so much better than them? The only reason why he took the call and scheduled the meeting is because he's in need of help. Serious, serious help.Almost everyone has abandoned them.Damien fucked everything for them when he killed Eduardo. They're all scared now, hesitant. If he got to Eduardo, he can get to anyone. That was a smart move. The difference between a winner and a loser. At the moment, they're in the losing team, but that could change. Anything could happen. Depends on what this Juan Consuelos wants to talk about.He heard about his ex-fiancée's tragic passing. Personally, he doesn't know what to believe. He'd never really paid attention to Elizabeth Consuelos, not until she joined the council when she represented Eduardo. He had a bad feeling abou
Damien's been staring at the ceiling for over an hour.He retreats into his shell whenever he's going through something particularly difficult, I've noticed this about a hundred times. I don't know how to reach him and I'm not sure he wants me to. Gary's death got to him, I can't imagine what it must have been like for him to see his old friend dead on his desk, bleeding all over the place. The best thing I can do is give him space to digest this.I wish I could do something, anything to contribute, but I won't try to help. I don't want to get into more trouble and have him pay for my mistakes and my stubbornness. That has happened too many times already and I almost died. He could've died trying to save me, too.I want to talk to him, to hold him. My hands are itching to reach out to him, but he hasn't said a word since we walked inside this room and I don't know what to say to make him feel better. Maybe I'm being too needy.I shift and my wrist throbs. I can't change positions. Whe