Amelia
I wipe the debris from my legs. There are some small red indentations and scratches on my knees and calves, but none of this damage is permanent. Nothing rubbing alcohol and adhesives won't fix.
I do not doubt that Damien will want to see me after I leave the bathroom. I wipe the smudged mascara from underneath my eyes and rinse my fingertips off under the warm water. At any second, someone will come looking for me.
There's an impatient knock on the door.
"Hurry up, girl. You don't want to leave him waiting."
Five minutes after Trevor and his men left, a car parked in front of us, and a few men climbed out. At first, I thought they were other men who came to finish the job, but they were with the Kellers. I don't know how they discovered what happened so fast, but I was gla
