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Chapter Ten
Penelope
TWO THINGS COME TOmind as soon as I wake.
Firstly: Ifainted.
And secondly: Cesare was right.
I did kill someone, and the thought has me flying off the bed. I barely make it in time, my knees crashing to the floor as I throw up in the toilet bowl.
I'm sorry, God, I'm sorry.
My brain is insisting I had no choice, but my heart believes things could've ended differently...if I hadn't so foolishly panicked.
I'm sorry, God, I'm sorry.
Maybe I'll get over this in time, but right now, the act of taking another person's life is weighing me down like a brick around my neck, and I feel like I'm about to drown in my guilt at any moment.
I've watched people killing other people all the time in action movies, and they all make it look soeasy.Other people's deaths don't seem to bother them, and it's all because they're the good guys, and the ones they've killed are the bad guys.
I'm sorry, God, I'm sorry.
"Are you alright?"
A gentle hand carefully gathers my hair away as I vomit the last of my breakfast, and I feel weak and dizzy as I lean back against the wall.
I catch a brief glimpse of a girl with bubblegum-colored hair quickly leaving my side with the full skirts of her ankle-length dress swishing around her legs. When she comes back, it's to meticulously wipe off the puke from my face. "Feeling better?"
Her tone is calm and sensible, and the remnants of my shock eventually fade at the reassuring sound. "Uh...yes. T-Thanks."
She helps me back to my feet, and it's as we're walking out of the en-suite that I belatedly notice my surroundings.This...is definitely not the same bedroom I slept in last night, and I can't help feeling anxious. "Where am I?"
"One of the guestrooms in Cesare's penthouse."
The way she says his name with utter ease has me clumsily falling back on the bed, and a green-eyed monster starts messing with my brain as the other girl takes a step back from me.
She looks about my age, maybe a few years older tops, and so eye-catchingly attractive with her lilac-colored locks and the dramatic shimmer around her cat eyes. Even her outfit is an enthralling contrast: a vicious-looking pair of army boots...vis a visher dark-gray apron dress that's made more prim and proper by the white-buttoned-up blouse underneath, with its round collars and long, billowy sleeves.
Shekindalooks like Wednesday Addams dressed up as Harley Quinn for Halloween, or maybe it's the other way around?
Either way, I'm just praying she's related to Cesare by blood...or I'll have a huge problem in my hands, if this girl somehow turns out to be my rival.
"Do you need anything?" the girl asks. "A glass of water? Painkillers? A—-?"
