All night they’d tortured me.
All damn night.
So the fact that I could speak was nothing short of a miracle.
As she’d looked back to me with so much love in her eyes, I had to say it back in some way. I had to find the strength for my lips to move.
She had to know that I loved her too and it was with my last breath.
She chose me.
There was the answer to the question of whether or not I could trust her. She chose me. She did as she promised and kept her silence. The woman was strong because she’d seen them torturing me and didn’t cave. She kept my secret even when she knew it could kill me.
Jia had to truly love me to know what I would have wanted her to do in a situation like this.
She did it.
I just saw the trace of her going through the door with Armand.
He was taking her.
She would be his now.
So much for that plan of mine. That sketchy plan of mine. I didn’t even know what the fuck I was really going to do, but it involved taking her, that was part A.
The next part would be figuring out what to do to keep everyone off my back.
I would take her though.
I didn’t truly allow myself to think of the intricacies of how I’d actually do it but my heart held the plan and the way. It gave me the spark of hope and I hung on to it.
I hung on to having happy moments like what we had at the diner again with no secrets.
But…
It wasn’t meant to be.
Just like that vision of Claire faded from me, all of that faded from me last night as I got captured.
The Chameleon had hit me with a tranquilizer.
It would have been foolish of him to kill me and not find out more about me or who sent me.
That was what happened.
Now it was only a matter of time before death came for me.
The asshole controlling the switch turned it off again. The prick was the sort who loved torture. I hadn’t seen him before but it was evident that he enjoyed watching and administering it.
Like he got off on it.
I hadn’t seen but I assumed it was Giovanni who told him to switch it off.
A moment of nothingness passed. I wasn’t sure if I’d fainted from the pain or if the time had truly passed.
Honestly it did feel like I’d slipped into some kind of unconscious state.
My eyes were open, then I closed them and when I opened them again, Giovanni was standing before me in that all-knowing presence and authority he had.
