Diana's POV:
Who else would want me dead?
I pushed myself off my car. I have to go home now. I need to eat. Or maybe I should stop by my favorite restaurant before I get home. But I've passed the restaurant already, I would have to go back now. I don't want to drive back. What if...
"Calm the f**k down." I hissed to myself. I inhaled deeply and exhaled it.
My thoughts are spiraling out of control. Or maybe this is me just trying not to think about the fact that I'm surrounded with dead bodies. And the fact that I know who tried to kill me. And the fact that Lucian is actually a cold hearted monster and I had just forgotten that. And the fact that it's almost nine o'clock and I've had nothing but a smoothie today.
"Diana," Lucian called grabbing my arm as I was about to get in my car.
