CHAPTER 77: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?
DONOVAN'S POV:
I stared at the lunch pack Amanda left on the floor, my chest heaving. Then I stared at her disappearing image until she completely vanished. I was completely stunned. My jaw was probably hanging open like a broken hinge.
She really pulled that stunt on me, huh?. She played like she fainted, and got me to spill my guts like some desperate poet. Then she recorded the whole thing, and then bolted. I didn't even chase after her. I just leaned against the wall and tried to get my heart rate back to normal.
Part of me was annoyed, but another part of me felt a weird sense of relief. If she wanted that recording, she could keep it. Maybe listening to me beg for her life and tell her I loved her would finally clear her head.
