DAMON

“D-Damon?”

Of course, it was Linda. I recognized her voice even if her newly coloured hair did a great job of transforming some little details in her facial features. For instance, the twinkle in her eyes dimmed a little when she was red-haired. But the black hair brought back that sparkle which was presently filled with dread.

Looking around the gloomy area, my hands now clutching her shoulders firmly, I asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Uh…”

“Where the fuck is that bitch?” A demanding voice hollered from the depths of the mansion. And the owner of the voice soon appeared, his racing and hairy feet staggering as he...