Damien drives me home and keeps talking and talking as usual, but I don't pay any attention to him because I'm thinking about everything that has happened since I met Viktoria and how stupid I am for falling for it all. Why didn't I doubt anything, ever? Why didn't I, being the king of paranoia, feel that way when a mysterious, Russian woman suddenly wanted to be my savior many times?
"There are some movies when villains fall in love with heroes, maybe that happened in your case," Damien continues, I don't answer him, "Don't feel bad, Adrien, it's rare not to see you smiling. You're handsome and too nice, I'm sure Viktoria really likes you. I'm sure..."
"Damien, please, just... let me think," I beg him, to shut the damn mouth once and for all, "I thank you, but I really need to... think.
