Chapter 79

They heard her wheels squeaking as Lina pushed her away from them, leaving them in the silence that filled the room, sprayed with guilt and regret.

Derinem raked his hand through his sweaty hair, staring at the gun, feeling empty and shaken. He couldn't believe that after everything he and his father did to cover Leona's death, Greta had still found out. 

That she found out from them made it even more unbelievable.

All the rage he felt melted like butter on heat; this wasn't how it was supposed to go! Like, why on Earth did everything have to go wrong?

He raised his head to see Damon struggling to stand up on his feet and collapsing back on the floor, fingers caressing his wounded face.

Derinem looked down at Damon's wounded chest, which was bleeding so much he was wondering how he was still focused enough.

"You need medical attention right now," he pointedly told him before he grimaced at the pain.

"Mind your own damn business, man!" He retor