Chapter 248

• A SENSE OF VICTORY
• My eyes flicker. I am embodied into a familiar body from my back, my hands crossed on my chest. I glance at the dismantled face beneath. People smile for and in victory, except in Gracia's case. Even in her condition, with all these bruises I have inflicted on her, despite the lower part of her face being drenched in blood oozing from her nose and mouth, she still has the mettle to smirk.
• "That is enough, babe. The police are on the way up. Let them take it from here." Damian whispers, pulling me to my feet.