CHAPTER 95

Damien's bloodshot eyes made it seem as if he wanted to kill someone.

I shoved him hard and snarled at him as my breath quickened. "You have no right to say that! Didn't she die because of you? Weren't you the one who asked her to lure away the killer? And if she hadn't died, would you have let her give birth to that baby?"

"I would've!" Damien's fist crashed into the trash can behind me.

The trash can toppled with a clatter, and we both fell silent.

Then, we glanced nervously toward the courtyard, fearing that the man might have heard the commotion.

But when a scavenger approached to collect the trash, we both sighed in relief.

"I would have married her," Damien said in a hoarse voice after a long silence.

It sounded like he was telling me this, or perhaps he was just mumbling it to himself.

"Do you believe in ghosts?" Damien asked with a self–mocking tone.

I didn't answer.

"I think I saw her the other day…" he said.