All Chapters of Falling into the devil's bed: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Vincent’s POV“Athena,” I choose to start there, at least that history is the most savory one. Penelope nods, her foot still drumming into the ground, shoulders tense and tight. Damn it. My chest feels tight. That’s strange. I’ve never felt this way before. Am I nervous right now?“Go on,” she snaps, her voice sharp and cutting. Oh shit. I am nervous. I feel like I’m being interrogated for a crime. She’s scary as hell. Clearing my throat, I shift my weight from foot to foot. Across the window just behind me, the gremlin’s party is still going full bash. I turn to it, spotting Athena and Mordecai with ease. I find myself wishing for a distraction right now. “Vincent. You’re pissing me off,” Penelope’s voice almost makes me jump. I snap my gaze back to her. “Yes. About Athena. She and I were Protégés. After I was sent out by the Halsteads, this man took me in. There I met Athena.”Penelope’s eyes narrow, searching my face for a trace of a lie. She won’t find any. I can’t brin

Penelope’s POV:“You knew what?!”“No! Not like that! I swear it!” Sera takes a step back, laughing nervously. “It’s what I wanted to tell you yesterday, the video I said we had analyzed,”My breathing returns back to normal, and the image of me breaking up with Sera dissolves into nothing. “Alright. Alright. That’s good then.”She nods. “Yes. I’m sorry if it came out wrong. You looked ready to throw me out of the window,”I try to smile and fail. It feels like a stretch on my face rather than a genuine smile. I know Sera meant it as a lighthearted joke, but it doesn’t stop me from imagining what sort of scenario will play out when I reveal the secret of me being Thorne. Damn. It’s weighing on me a lot. “Is everything okay?” Sera touches my shoulder, the warmth of her palm gentle. “How about we take a small break after this exhibition? You really need to relax. Somewhere private, just the two of us and Athena.”“That sounds good. We should do that,”It truly sounds splendid. Maybe

Vincent’s POV:“Is she okay?!”“Mr Halstead, it would be best if you—”“If you tell me to calm down, we are going to have a problem,”The doctor lets out a sigh, adjusting the tortoiseshell glasses slipping off his nose. He turns his head to the side, glancing at the door beside us. Beyond that door is Penelope. Unconscious and hooked up to machines and IVs and being attended to by nurses. The temptation to burst in there is strong. It’s been about two hours and I haven’t seen her since the nurses took her away. “She’s fine, thankfully what caused her to lose consciousness is not lethal,”The doctor’s voice makes me turn back to him. “What was it?” I ask, shifting my weight from foot to foot. My shoulders ache, and deep down I know I should relax or it’ll be bad. How can I fucking relax when she’s in there?“She has a heart condition,”The door opens and three nurses step out. “She’s stable now,” one of them says to the doctor. Another turns to me with an uneasy smile. “Are you her