Niccolo
That bastard! That bastard! He tricked me. He gave it to her, that magic pill. The one that takes me away!
“Hold me, Niccoló.”
I hold her closer, my mind wracking itself for solutions. But I can only think of one:
John.
She drifts off to sleep, and as soon as she does, I pull my phone out of my pocket, dialing the number John gave me.
He picks up silently.
“What the hell have you done?” I hiss.
“Nothing,” He says nonchalantly.
“She took the pill you gave her. What did you do?”
“Nothing," he repeats. “She would be choking up blood, and losing one of her senses if Akane had given her the real one.”
What?
“It got you there didn't it? You've made up? Your heart is restored. I have done nothing wrong, friend.”
Friend? Friend?! He schemed, playing around with my life, with h
