Savage.
"When I woke up, I came face to face with Diablo's gray eyes. He was gawking at me like an exotic cat. It comes as no surprise to me of his behavior of always staring at me, it's a new norm these days.
Bloody hell! I had done something that I did not want to do. They all knew about it since they saw it, worst of all they heard me. I screwed up, this is not going to end well for me.
" You need to stop doing that." I said.
" Doing what?"
" Staring at me as if I am some kind of a terrorist.”
" Aren't you? " He replied.
" No, I am not," I affirmed.
He did not seem surprised as the rest were. I take it that he was used to seeing ghastly things than what he saw me do.
"Where is Marsha? Where am I? I am not in my house so whose house is this?" I queried as I looked around
