"The bomb," I whispered. "The bombs... was it related to the other one? When Mr. Smi- Ehem! When... when my grandfather had that Masquerade party?" The fucking one where I got dragged by Shyn with no choice or else I am screwed!
Ryan looked at me with a serious look, "All are still under investigation but how... how can a teenager like you would think that it was a conspiracy?"
"What?"
... Shyn's Point of View ...
I hardly pressed my palm on my forehead to stop the throbbing pain that has been pounding my brain for as long as I can remember!
I groaned, lifting the heavy feeling in my body as I scanned the dim-lit room I am in. "Tsk," I smirked in disbelief, slowly brushing off the smirk off my face to an expressionless one. "I am still alive... and back at this damn mansion... thought I was going to die for real."
