Kent’s POV
I paced around the room, hours after Martin had left. I wanted to put a call across to him, wanting to know who the f**k ordered this attack on Lucille but then I decided to wait, with my anger building up by the second. I realized Martin and I were almost cornered, and if we had not acted quickly, Lucille would have been harmed!
Our memories put together were not even able to save us because we didn't see this coming.
Now, it was 6am in the morning, and I was seated by Lucille’s bedside, already dressed. She was dressed as well because I did that in her sleep and I had changed the sheets, with the room devoid of all that happened the night before. And as the seconds passed, I silently hoped she would wake up soon.
“Hmm…” I heard her tiny and tired groans and my head snap
