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Oh God. My skull felt as if it were exploding.
After a few seconds, the pain cleared enough for me to have the strength to move, and I managed to push everything off me. Rolling to the side, I coughed a few times and then blinked until I could see through the haze in my eyes.
My focus landed on the handle of the scissors next to me.
Oh, that bitch was so dead.
If the cops wanted to put me away for murder, I would commit an actual murder.
I’d start by poking her eyes out. Yeah, that’s what I’d do. After that, I’d improvise. I was pretty sure it’s how Lucian operated most of the time anyway.
I clenched the shears in one hand and pushed to my knees, then nearly collapsed again as agony radiated out from the spot where Carla kicked me.
“Oh God. That bitch.”
After a few deep inhales, I clenched my teeth and managed to stand.
I turned to face Carla, ready for whatever she planned. I blinked a few times, not understanding what I was seeing.
There was no sign of her. I scanned the room, my focus landing on the doorway. The gun Carla and I fought over lay discarded on the floor near a pool of blood. However, Carla was nowhere to be found.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now.”
She left.
She motherfucking left in the middle of all of this. And she forgot to take her weapon.
I shook my head at this ridiculousness.
Jesus. Lucian was never going to let me live this one down. An idiot nearly murdered me.
God, I hoped she fell down the stairs or something. At least, I could say I sliced her up with killer scissors.
All of a sudden, a dizziness surged through me, followed by crippling exhaustion. My legs gave out, and I slid to the floor, managing to prop myself against my nemesis, the cabinets.
Damn, my head hurt.
This day sucked.
At least I had evidence to prove I wasn’t Keith’s killer, or maybe I had it. I wasn’t sure. I really needed a nap.
I should call Damon before I go to sleep. That would be a good idea.
Sleep was good.
No, no, no. I’d hit my head. Head and sleep are not good. Or was it the opposite?
Damn, it hurt too much to think.
“Sophia. Look at me.”
Who’s shouting at me?
I looked in the direction of the voice. Damon’s blurry face came near mine.
“C-Carla. She ran away.”
“I don’t give a damn about her. It’s you I care about.”
