61

ISABELLA 61

I packed my hair back in a bun as I walked down the paths that led to the car. Damien was already waiting for me to get him. He looked better than when he was sick in bed. No one would believe that he had almost died of poison the day before.

My white purse was in my hands, Yesterday was intense. I tried to convince him to stay behind today but he refused to listen. He claimed he was in good health.

"I'm good, I could impregnate any woman that came my way," he had said that sick joke this morning while looking me in the eye.

My face had gone red instantly. I couldn't see it because it was my face, but I could feel it spread across my face, comfortable warmness and all.

The little paper the fixture gave me yesterday was still in my hands. I was going to get the drugs myself. It was just two tablets that he had to take In one day and he was making life difficult already. Saying profanities here and there with a devilish grin on his face while looking me in the eyes. I wo