Chapter 58 Prisoner Of Fate

• Time seemed to slow down as we stared at each other. His eyes were blazing while mine probably showed hurt. I couldn't take the fact that he might have gotten back with Catherine. He perhaps replaced me already. But my thoughts came to a stop when the glass in his hand suddenly popped, and red liquid slowly dripped down his hand.
• What was concerning was that the drink he was having, was ember in color, not red.
• "Dimitri," I gasped.