Young Damon tossed and tossed and tossed from left to right on the big sized bed that occupied his room. Images of those red flaming hair, black and red eyes and her bloody looks plagued his memories, plagued his night, plagued his day, plagued his mind. No matter how much he tried, they wouldn’t stop coming and he could not just forget how she had killed those men.
He could feel his head threatening to begin with the usual torments. The pain that plagued him this period was more and more consistent than it was before. He only felt them when he was over stressed or angry and things like that almost never happened since no one dared to get the young heir annoyed, so the pills were usually taken one in two days or more. But within days, he had exhausted four containers of it and he needed m
