“Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.”
--Dorothy Parker
Mikael’s POV
The top floor of the hospital has been emptied, and no one is allowed to come up except the doctor and people I really trust. I lay in a hospital room surrounded by bodyguards, wearing an oxygen mask, pale, and with my eyes closed as if I were fighting for my life.
However, At this point, I was wide sober. I was watching from the corner of the bridal shop when the explosion occurred, and all that in the car was a wax figure who looked just like me. My enemy was in such a hurry that he detonated the bomb without identifying the man in the car.
A strong wave of air shattered the Windows of the bridal shop. An illegible wreckage in fron
