Damian's POV
The last thing I had expected to hear from the guards was the fact that Jerome was dead. I hadn't believed it, and I had no intention of believing it until I walked down to the dungeons to meet his lifeless body lying in a pool of his own blood.
"What happened here?! Who did this to him?! What happened?!" I screamed at the dungeon guards. How could they have stood here and let this happen?!
"It was a suicide, he killed himself." One of the guards replied, but I was not exactly convinced by that reply. I refused to believe that this was a suicide, if Jerome had wanted to kill himself to escape from me, he would have done so a long time ago. There was no way he could have killed himself, and with a gun too?! Where had he gotten the gun? Who had given it to him? I had sent him down to the dungeons the very moment he regained his strength, it was impossible for him to have armed himself in that moment.
