Chapter 194

Damien sat in his room, leg crossed ankle over knee. In his hand was the document for tomorrow's meeting. He flipped the page once. Seconds later, he flipped it again, then again and with a heavy sigh, he slammed the folder shut. He couldn't concentrate. No matter how hard he tried, his mind kept reminding him of Bellatrix's words and that in turn, reminded him of the guilt he carried and the imminent fate that would befall him as soon as she finds out that he was lying to her, laying her before Cillian like bait, waiting for the right moment to pull the rod back before Cillian bites. Another sigh escaped his lips, this time around, he ran his fingers through his hair. He was used to the feeling of guilt, having carried it half of his life, so why now, when it came to Bellatrix, was it weighing so heavily on his chest. Then again, nothing is ever simple when it comes to Bellatrix. He'd known that the day she helped him. The sound of two gentle knocks against his door snapped him out of