Can I sleep? Will she haunt me? Why can’t I stop thinking about her? I didn’t even like the b***h. She tried to ruin my life twice and I feel remorse, because I ended her life? Why the hell is she still on my mind? She’s gone and Ilona is safe. The most important thing is, she doesn’t hate me. Veles thinks as he watches Ilona sleep. He can’t bring himself to close his eyes, because every time he does, he can see Lizbeth. He can hear her accusations. False accusations that had not a speck of truth in them.
But he is so tired, he has to try and get some sleep or his eyes will give him away in the morning and Ilona will see that he’s not all right. He can fake a lot, but putting up glamour on himself just to fool Ilona, doesn’t feel right. He can’t do that to her. He takes a deep breath and
