Chapter 107

DAMIAN

It was nearly two in the afternoon, and still no sign of her. Calls and messages, but no response. What the hell could she be doing? Her phone indicated she was at home. So, I decided to go to her place. I knocked on the door, and her friend, the personification of sympathy, answered. Hypocrisy, Damian?

"Hey?" she said, wearing her usual stern expression. Why did she hate me? Val must have