Kara’s POV.“So, this is your office!” Axel grinned before pushing open the door to a small office. I stood by the door, and I ventured in.It was quaint and calm, unlike the rest of the office. There was a brand-new computer on the desk, along with a large drawing tablet. There was a printer and a scanner, as well as a corner for physical art, with a rack of paint supplies, placed near the window so I had a perfect view of the city as well as good sunlight for painting.The office was designed for me, and I knew Terra had supervised everything. She was the one who knew how I liked to combine digital art with physical elements. It was a part of my style.“This is amazing,” I gasped, running my fingers over the drawing tablet. When I raised my eyes at Axel, I found him looking at me with a fond expression and a small smile. For some reason, it made me blush, flustered. “I cannot imagine anything better. This feels too much…”“Don’t be. According to Terra, you’re going to be taking on t
Derrick’s POV.I was shocked to hear those words come out of Jade’s mouth.“What did you say?”“You heard me,” Jade was crying again. “I don’t want to think about it like that, I really don’t, but you literally screamed at me over her. You’re looking at a photo of her necklace and getting drunk as if…as if you loved her.”“Jade,” I said, disbelief marring my tone. “I don’t have to love someone to be upset that they died in a fire. It’s awful what happened to Kara, and I’m upset about it. Why shouldn’t I be? A woman died in a house belonging to me. I didn’t love her, but she was my life. I lived in the same house as her for three years, at the very house that burned down!”“I understand that, I do, but you’re acting like you’re mourning a lover.”“And you’re not acting like you’re mourning a friend,” I accused her, the anger I’ve tried to keep under control rising once again.The lack of sympathy on Jade’s part shocked me. I didn’t know how to feel about the fact that Jade didn’t even
Derrick’s POV. The whiskey stopped burning as it went down my throat a long time ago.I couldn’t remember when I’d gotten to the open bar at my family home and started to down glass after glass of whiskey. I was on my way to get absolutely drunk off my mind, something I never did. I didn’t like losing my life mind like that.But after what I found today, the thoughts running through my mind became too much.The necklace was no more than a lump of metal wrapped around a cracked opal, completely blackened. The chain had been broken, and the only reason the pendant remained on it was because it had fused with the chain. That alone proved how hot the fire had been.The inferno, the fire department as well as the police concluded, was strangely far too intense to be a mere gas fire, and definitely not enough to be an electric fire. For the temperature to get high enough to partially melt metal, there must’ve been a heck of a lot of gas leaking.The police seemed to find the fire suspiciou
Kara’s POV.“Hello, Kara,” Dr. Matthews, my primary care doctor, knocked on the doorframe five days later, and I raised my eyes to him. The kind doctor sent me a smile.“Dr. Matthews, hello,” I replied, sitting straighter. My body hurt a lot less five days later. I was healing well. “Um, do I need another redressing?”The doctors kept changing my bandages every few hours, stating that they needed to make sure that my burns would not get infected, as they covered a considerable area. I was used to it.“No, not yet, Kara. But the nurses will be here in a couple of hours for that. Good news for you thought, we might be able to take the bandages off for good soon,” the doctor beamed, and for the first time since I came to the hospital, I felt hope rise in my chest.“Really? That sounds great, Dr. Matthews!”Dr. Matthews smiled again. “That it does. I can only imagine how eager you are to not be mummified 24/7.”I chuckled. My mouth didn’t twinge when I laughed anymore. “That will be a r
Kara’s POVPain.Pain was all I felt as I slowly regained consciousness. My eyes felt crusted over, and it took a great effort to open them up. Initially, everything was hazy, and everything hurt. I couldn’t say where my body began or ended, nor could I say where it hurt.Or why I hurt.Panic came about almost instantly. I couldn’t move, at least, it felt like that, because my arms and legs were jelly. I tried to open my mouth, but I couldn’t because something was tied to it. My whole face burned, making my eyes fill with tears.I didn’t know where I was or how I got here. I didn’t know why I hurt.All I could think about was that something bad had happened to me, bad enough to thrust my whole body into agony.Footsteps thudded, signaling numerous people entering the room where I was, and unfamiliar faces swam in my periphery.“Miss, miss, you need to calm down, everything’s alright,” multiple voices told me, but they only managed to heighten my fear. I didn’t know why I felt so trapp
Derrick’s POV.The restaurant was classic and dignified, a black-tie establishment where it took a small fortune to book a reservation. Jade mentioned wanting to visit the place and asked if we could get in that night itself, and I told her, “Sure, why not?”I wanted to immerse myself in the experience. Here I was, in a classy place with a beautiful woman sitting in front of me, surrounded by the finest food, beverages, and hospitality. It was everything a man could want from a date.But my mind was not there with me. I found my thoughts constantly escaping as I twirled my wine in my glass, without much of an appetite for anything. Jade was chattering away, and I forced myself to talk and laugh at all the right places. I forced myself to be calm.Yet I was far from being calm.Something just wasn’t right. There was an air of anticipation surrounding me, but for what, I had no idea. The music felt too loud, the food too salty, too spicy, too meaty, the wine too tart, the air too clammy