Pure T0rture
Mayah Playah
Damian put his hand on her cheek and pressed his thumb to her mouth. "I know." he said. "I was there when Armageddon made that scene, and you quickly holding your stomach gave it away to the entire ballroom." Although his words were gentle, there was something cold in his eyes. His hand fell to his side. "It's going to take a while for me to even think about this. What you described is getting drunk, Myka, and sleeping with the very man that killed me doesn't exactly make me want to tell the world about it. It's going to take time for me to actually think of forgiving you." He glanced around and noticed a trail of oil leading to one of the hallways. "I have to go. Goodbye, Myka." he muttered and began following the trail.