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I paced endlessly back and forth, my left arm wrapped loosely around my body as my right hand toyed with my bottom lip.
I was restless and I was scared for Damien's well being. Vincenzo had proved himself to be unpredictable and I feared the worst now that Damien was in his presence.
I hated this anxious feeling that coursed through my veins as I stood by the dark foyer, looking outside the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the snow filled compound. Many guards patrolled the grounds, all armed with guns along the driveway and around the house.
The snowfall had gotten heavier after I left Loretta's, covering most of the area in a pure white blanket. I nervously fidgeted, now finding myself seated on the couch as the news played in the background. My worries pushed me to turn on the news station in fear that maybe something newsworthy came to light regarding what was going on at Loretta's.
There was nothing. It was the usual petty robberies being brought to light, the ongoing Enviago Trial and the verdict that was soon to be released paired with a few heartfelt stories of goodwill.
Wrapping the throw blanket around myself, I eyed my phone which laid idly on the coffee table. It had only been an hour or so since I arrived back home and I had yet to hear from Damien.
Sure, I was upset he had me sent home without telling me he would do so. I honestly wanted him to come with me after he had his conversation with Vincenzo but by being sent home on my own, I was led to believe that their conversation would be far from peaceful.
Damien wanted me out of harm's way and that only amplified my fears.
The sky was dark despite it only being short past 6pm. I continued to nervously wait and wait until I was brought out of my anxious daze by the sound of my phone ringing. I feared the worst again when I saw that the number calling me was unknown.
Picking it up, I reluctantly answered, waiting for a voice to speak but I heard nothing. I frowned. "Hello?" I spoke up only to be met with silence before the call ended.
For a second I wondered if it was the same person who had called me before. How did they get my number?!
I went to set my phone down when the number called again. Answering it, I wasted no time speaking up. "Whoever this is—I want you to leave me alone!" I firmly said, despite my fears.
"Mina?"
I froze. That voice.
It had been so long since I heard it, I almost forgot what it sounded like.
My throat ran dry and my hand gripped my phone against my ear as I struggled to speak. A noise of disbelief escaped me followed by the whisper of a name I believed was lost to me. "Melli?" Her nickname fell from my lips so naturally, it felt like we were back to our old selves and not at odds.
