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CHAPTER NINETY THREE
Isabella's POV: I don't know how long I slept on the couch for. But I recalled waking up, feeling someone watching me. I sat up, my eyes blinking open. I saw Damian standing over me. My heart skipped a beat, there was something off about him standing there and just staring at me. "Damian?" I called. "Isabella." Yes something was wrong. He rarely ever called me by my full name. Unless of course something was wrong. I got to my feet, staring at him. "What's wrong?" I was starting to feel scared. His eyes were dark and vacant, following my moves. He made no move to touch me, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "The witness," He spoke, raising a hand to brush some hair out of his eyes, "He died" "Oh," I said, like I wasn't the one that poisoned the man. "Do you know who did it?" "W
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