I walked back to my room, feeling slightly feverish from the bloody, gory scene I had just witnessed.
I could still feel the cold pressure of the gun, his shivering breath against my skin as Devion forced me to put it on his head.
I could see his hair rise against his skin.
I sighed, my chest loosening a bit from the release of air. I was yet to be even sure I was completely cancer-free and yet my life had already turned into something I couldn't recognize, something I wasn't even sure I'd survive.
By the time I made it to my room, I was grateful just to still be standing. The man behind me followed closely like a loyal watchdog.
I turned to face him. It was Dasha the same man who had beens assigned to me since I opened my eyes in this mansion.
"Can you stop following me?!" I snapped
