Vince
Lilian smiles and tilts her head, while my heart hammers against my chest.
“Nice try, charmer boy. You are still engaged to the psycho.”
I frown, taken aback.
“Nerissa is dead.”
Even if she was not, our islands have completely cut ties with each other.
She looks blankly at me. My mind is screaming this can’t be happening! I watch her bite her lip in deep thoughts as if trying to remember something before taking a seat on the couch.
“Talk to me,” I urge, before crouching before her, completely freaking out. The physician did say she was badly hurt. The skull is supposed to be a very strong bone and those bastads beat her so hard, it was fractured. She did lose consciousness, but her brain scans were clear. That is however, still no guarantee that the brain was not affected.
