The feel of the cold methylated liquid against the side of her face forced her eyes to part slowly and painfully. Emma narrowed her blurry gaze unto nothing in particular in front of her until Damien came in full focus with his hands framing her jaw."It's okay" He whispered and jerking from the chair, Emma looked around. "There was—" Her words were slurpy as she let out a shaky breath. "There was a man here, where is he?" She asked upon the realization that she had blacked out next to the counter and next to a man that had a gun in his hands. She turned to look to Damien who had a head wound of his own tendered to but he just fastened his gaze tighter around her."He's gone" His voice was reassuring and convincing but not enough to make her relax back into the chair just yet. She still stole callous glances around her and there was a sharp silence to breed between the both of them—one that was broken by her very own sigh of relief."What did he want, Damien?" She asked him and he ro

Leaving behind the peaceful sombres that emanated from the guitar and the orchestral group, Francesca drew Aaron's arms and didn't halt until she was behind the private doors of the villa. Those doors closed to them and initiated a brief silence that fell between the pair.It was not entirely dark because she could make out the crinkle that formed above his eyes. “What is it?” Aaron gnashed through his teeth, looking over his shoulders as if someone was unto him. No one was.Francesca then dipped her hands into her clutched purse, bringing out a card like paper and throwing it into his arms. She was restive, tapping her feet against the floor and Aaron could scent her nervousness. “What is it?” He barely completed his statement before looking into the card and Francesca cleared her throat.“I have an idea” She carried on, as if not seeing the shock that filled his eyes. “Here me out” She inched closer to him and cut his words off—or maybe he didn’t even have any words to say. “It mig

“Here.” Francesca penned down her signature before handing the papers to Aaron. He lifted his dark pair of shades to his forehead, abandoning the few bags he’d already packed. The sun, above the horizons speared through the windows and hit him in the corner of his eyes.“Can i take this?” A guard asked, drawing his attention away from his wife and he just nodded briskly. “What is this?” He turned back to Fran who leaned against the wooden wardrobe with the italian carvings. She took a breath of the air with the intention to savor the last of it before they got on the plane back to Salem.“The clinic i reached across to” She said quietly, running her hands through her blonde hair which she’d packed to fall across her face—the face time she wore it that way, not that her husband cared so much.“They agreed to get back to us in a few weeks” Those words were enough to convince him to sign across the ledger and he handed the papers over to Francesca. “We’re really doing this” He echoed as

“Sofia!”Even his voice couldn’t stop her from ravaging the closet ls for a few clothes and whatever she sought after. Sofia was on edge, running her hands through her hair before reaching for the one bag she’d brought.“Hey” Oscar reached out to deter her, and only then did she pause for a deep breath. She looked into his eyes and he looked into hers to see how much anxiety had overcome her dilated pupils. “Hey hey” His voice was calm and towering and she was restive within his clasp.“I need to go” Sofia asked of him and having already known of her mother’s fate, Oscar nodded reluctantly. “Okay i’ll drive you, Sofia. Just let me get some work finished up” Oscar added but with a hand, she pushed him away.“I don’t have much time. My mother doesn’t have much time” Sofia was back in her state of agitation once again and she groped her bags. “You have to be careful, Sofia. What if it’s a trap?” Oscar roped her arms back and she snapped at him.“My father is everything but a liar. I know

“Aaron!”“Aaron it’s here!” Francesca assumed a sing-song voice as she used her feet to push open the door. She was met with her husband who had paused with a tie around his neck which he knotted. And she hefted the piece of documents she’d retrieved from the mail in her hands.“They got back to us!” Francesca squealed, unable to hide her excitement as she closed back the doors. She tore off seal of the envelope before throwing it to the center table. By the way Aaron looked at her, you could tell he knew the one thing that could get her this excited.And he wasn’t even trying to hide his.This was something they’d waited for the longest time—and something that would bring them several steps closer to finally clinching the inheritance of his father before he passes. Francesca scaled through the papers before letting her palms find her heartbeat.“His name is Diablo” She whispered with a light scoff and Aaron as well as he looked with intrigue. “Is he the donor?” He asked, retrieving t