MELISSA
My hands hovered over Damien’s body. My heart thumped rapidly in my chest as I peered at him. I noticed there was a portrait in his hands.
I leaned forward, noticing it was the portrait of the woman who was still a mystery to me. The portrait wasn’t the only thing that caught my eye. There was a bottle that happened to be close to the shelf.
I got up, moving in the direction of the bottle. The minute I picked it up, I read the labels on it.
“Malcom’s taste.” It read. Damien had drunk himself into a stupor and ended up here. That was the only logical explanation.
My beating heart relaxed, and I sighed, pulling my eyes from it and placing it on Damien. I couldn’t just leave him there. I needed to do something.
I stood with my hands on my waist, thinking of what to do. My mind t
