"What do you mean she ran away?" Damon pressed the phone to his ear, his eyes blazing but the sound of his voice as calm as ever.
"Capo, she cut herself, and I..."
"You had just one job; take her to the manor."
"Capo I..."
"Find her, George; you have twenty-four hours," he ended the call, glaring at the wall and finally up to the painting sitting pretty yet wild.
And she just kept testing him.
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Her fingers twitched at the same time she felt her lashes flutter. Even in her unconsciousness, she could feel the strangeness of the atmosphere.
Maya squinted in a yellow-illuminated room. What appeared to be stranger was the ceiling, which felt closer to her face than usual.
Her lids snapped fully open, and her eyes met the far end of the small room; seeing no blue-colored walls and a thoroughly white, shining bulb, she frowned. Where were the silky, dark curtains?
Sitting up, she winced as her wrist sent shooting pains into her body, making her eyes blur with tears. She fixed all t
