Isolde could not sleep. The video kept playing in her head. Damien standing over a body. The gun in his hand. She slipped out of bed and went to the living room. The collar felt like it was choking her now. Every breath reminded her of what she had seen.
She sat on the couch with her knees pulled up. The city lights outside looked cold tonight.
The bedroom door opened. Damien walked out rubbing his eyes. "What is wrong?"
She looked at him. Really looked. The man who had held her so gently a few hours ago. The man who might be a killer.
"I saw something," she said quietly. "A video. You. With a gun. Standing over someone."
Damien went completely still. "Where did you get that?"
"From my mom." Isolde’s voice shook. "She sent it while you were sleeping. Is it real?"
He sat down
