Chapter 92: Fear and Despair
"I need to check what is happening, Beatrix. Stay here okay I will come back for you?"
Beatrix wanted to protest that it was too dangerous for him to go out there but seeing the uneasiness and anxiety radiating from him she just nodded.
She knew how much Damien meant to Rhys and losing him would ruin him, especially if he just sat here and did nothing.
"Alright please be safe." Beatrix whispered and pressed a kiss on Rhys’ forehead.
Rhys nodded at her and pressed a switch which opened the secret room in her bedroom. She saw a glimpse of her room and her heart stopped in her chest.
It was a chaotic and disorganized space. The couch that she was sitting with Rhys a few minutes ago was broken into pieces scattered across the floor. The walls and ceiling had partially collapsed, and there was debris such as broken glass, plaster, and drywall scattered throughout the room with the room charred.
The strong smell of gas entered her nose and she scrunched her face.
It looked like the house was bombed...God she hoped Damien was fine. Looking at the chaos the possibility seemed really slim. The fact that they were even alive was a miracle.
She had no idea how they built this safe hidden space. Probably for emergencies like these.
She sat down on the floor and every second she spent waiting for Rhys to come back felt like torture.
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