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I stumbled into something, staggered for a while, and crashed to the floor. One of the bottles broke into pieces and the pieces scattered all over the place.

Lorenzo wanted to know what the file said about the situation. "Who?" I said Matteo Russo. The glass that Lorenzo was holding in his hand suddenly broke into pieces. The glass, in Lorenzos hand was completely shattered. Lorenzos glass was broken now. He did not drop it. He squeezed the whiskey glass hard that the glass broke. Now whiskey and blood are dripping onto the rug. The whiskey glass is. That is a big problem. The man did not appear to feel the pain. He looked at me his eyes were really wide, with a lot of horror. He just could not believe what he was seeing.

"The doctor said she just needs to rest." "Good to hear." He watched me packing and frowned. "You're not really leaving over a necklace, are you?" A necklace? I stopped and looked at him. "In your eyes, that was just a necklace?" "That's not what I meant…" He looked flustered. "I know it was important, but it's broken. We can find the best craftsman to fix it. There must be some magic that can repair it perfectly…" "Repair it?" I laughed, a cold, empty sound. "Austen, some things, once they're broken, stay broken."

"Broken arm. Three broken ribs. Lacerations from the glass. He was kept in overnight for observation but Maya is with him and the doctors say he will make a full recovery." I opened my eyes. Looked at the ceiling. Thought about Bryan in a hospital bed with three broken ribs and a broken arm because he had visited me on a Thursday afternoon and driven home on the wrong road at the wrong time. "This is my fault," I said. "No," Luca said. Immediately. Without hesitation. "Luca..."

Hiya guys. I am aware a lot of people are waiting on new chapters for this book, and wanted to give you an update as to why there has not been one in a week + I ended up working all of the weekend before last, on the Saturday eve/ Sunday morning I was in an incident that has left me with broken ribs, concussion and perforated eardrum. Along with many bruises. I am struggling to sit on the computer. The light seems to irritate my head and make me throw up.

The black Mercedes shone under the streetlight. "I don't need your help, Sebastian. I can go on my own." I picked up my bag… the strap had broken in the fall, great, just fucking great… and I started limping toward where I could find a bus or a taxi. My elbow throbbed. My knee screamed. Every step was a conversation with pain.

Fearing that Devyn might have followed me behind, I turn my head and my heart skips a beat to see him and the old man striding toward me. I am standing near the fruit stands when I struggle with the heels of my shoes. Son of a- It’s broken! It breaks when I am so close to the exit. It would have been just a few steps and I would definitely be out. I take one of it and check. It is really broken! “Betsy!” Oh boy! Devyn’s voice is getting closer and closer.

And didn't need to. "Oh, uh, yeah, my phone is—" "I broke it," Olek chimed in smoothly, falling into step on my other side. He flashed Josh an easy, apologetic grin. "It slipped right out of my hand and smashed on the sidewalk. I’m getting her a new one tomorrow, I promise. She's been pissy about it."

By the time Damien came in, I was sitting stiffly on the couch, my face pale, my hands clutching each other so hard my knuckles hurt. He stopped at the door, his brows pulling together. “What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I swallowed, my lips dry. “Damien… I need to tell you something. I… I broke it.” He tilted his head. “Broke what?” I pointed at the pile of shattered porcelain on the floor. Damien’s eyes followed my finger. His face didn’t change. No anger. No surprise. Just… calmness. He walked closer, looked down at the mess, and then turned back to me with a straight face.

No answer. I tried the handle. It was locked. That in itself wasn’t strange. What was strange, how Weber, was the cracked bit of gladd in the corner window. It was not shattered so it was not obvious. It just had a clean, thin and curved split across the bottom pane that looked like the result of heat stress. My eyes dropped to the floorboards. There was one scorch mark near the threshold, small and almost shaped like a footprint. And that’s when my stomach sank.