The Price Of Trust
The truth was still the same—he was in control, and I could do nothing about it.
Damien chuckled, like he could see every thought running through my head. "Well, I guess you're not ready. Have a good day, Myla," he said, heading for the door. But then he paused, turned back to me, and smirked. "And… do not forget to invite me for their burial.”
No.