Chapter 104: Face of the Past Noah's I pushed myself up from the mattress, my back hitting the cold wall behind me before I even realized I was moving. Desmond stepped closer, that calm, dangerous smile fixed on his face. He looked like a man who had all the time in the world, unbothered by the quiet of the small room. "I already know a lot about you, Noah," Desmond said, his voice as smooth as silk. "And I thought I should come and see you for myself. Since I am finally back, it is a real shame that you left the mansion. We could have had a very nice, long talk in a more comfortable place than this." My hands pressed flat against the wall. I tried to steady my shallow breathing and force my voice to sound braver than I actually felt inside. "Stay away from me," I managed to say, though the words came out shaky. "If you touch me, Enzo will kill you. He won't let you get away with this." Desmond laughed. It was a cold, mocking sound that bounced off the thin walls. "Enzo?
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