"He ran away?" I asked with furrowed brows. I had no idea what Damien was up to now.
"Did he come looking for you?" Violette asked.
"No, I'm currently…" I was staying in a villa Dexter had rented. There was no way Damien could find his way here. I began to wonder if he had gone to the Black residence instead.
"Could he have gone to the Black residence?" I asked. I sat up suddenly and got out of bed to put my shoes on.
"He'd better not drop dead at the Black residence's doorstep. He'll bring nothing but bad- luck."
After hanging up the call, Violette and I rushed to the Black residence.
Sure enough, we saw Damien at the Black residence's entrance. He could barely stand at this point.
What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just stay in the hospital and recover from his injuries properly? Why did he want to see me so desperately?
