Second Chance-In the mist Book 1 novel Chapter 32

"I don't want you to get mad at me, Dominic. You know I've always stood by you and helped you..." he tried to explain, but his face was giving him away more and more.

"What did you do?" I asked a second time, this time in a higher tone. 

"Immediately after I stabilized Rebecca that night, I returned to the scene of the attack, without you knowing," he began timidly to explain and I had already changed my face. Even my eyes were turning red. But it wasn't time to interrupt. I suppressed my urges and continued to listen. "I was hoping to find something, anything, that might explain the attack and be able to help you. And I did. Tom's ID. So, I knew his name all along... I'm sorry..." That was the moment I lost contact with my composure and reality. I rushed over to him, grabbing his robe collar.

"What were you thinking? You could have been killed!" I shouted helplessly at the thought that my friend may not even be here today. And all for nothing. 

"Hey, chill out, man! I was always careful not to get followed, much less caught. And that wasn't the only thing I did. You asked me how I found out he was a werewolf? I didn't find that out by looking at his ID, did I?" 

As Declan failed to free himself from my grip, the anger and helplessness got the better of me. 

"You're crazy, you know that?" And just then I let him go. I already imagined what he had been up to finding out this information. 

"No, I'm not crazy. I'm just your friend. And yes, I went to the address on his ID directly to his apartment, where I found his diary. When you calm down, I can give it to you," It was incredible what my ears were hearing.

"Did he write anything about Rebecca?" my curiosity overcame me and I moved a few inches away. 

"They were indeed engaged to be married. They had known each other for over three years, but Tom wrote in his diary that he could never shake the suspicion that Rebecca wasn't who she appeared to be." 

"Who gave you the right to talk about my personal life like that?" Her voice thundered from the door frame that had opened in the meantime. 

To be honest, I didn't even realize it when we arrived home. Declan was really nervous, but maybe I was the one in a position to ask for an explanation. They were keeping me in the dark. So, who had the right to be upset here? Was me and only me? Yet he was the one who locked us in the office. I still felt tired. I was getting exhausted pretty quickly, but that would not make me quit. My God, and how handsome he looked! The perfectly contoured jawline, the beautifully tanned skin, the way he clenched his jaw from time to time. His slender, dominant body. I got lost in his perfection and I was going crazy just looking at him. But I had a lot of question marks, so I pushed the sinful thoughts away and attacked in full force.

"So, are you going to tell me who Tom is now?" I repeated the same question from half an hour ago, which remained unanswered. His eyes seemed to turn the color of burning lava. Then they immediately returned to their natural color. I knew this man didn't play around and he would not spare me. I already felt that Tom was someone important in my life and I was already telling my brain to take this news in peace. But nothing prepared me for his bitter response. 

"Tom is...or rather was your fiancé!" he dropped the bomb then walked nonchalantly to the window. He had changed completely and that side of him I didn't like. I could already feel hot tears stinging my eyes, threatening to roll down my cheeks. 

Suddenly, everything hurt like hell. This place was spinning with me and I could barely keep my balance. I spotted a chair next to me. But this time Dominic wasn't indifferent. "Oh, Rebecca... easy" he approached just as I collapsed on it.  

"Don't touch me!" I flinched, pushing him away with my hand. "You have the nerve to tell me who Tom is and then show that you would care whether I feel well?" I didn't spare him anymore. Dominic had crossed a line he shouldn't have to. Even though I didn't remember Tom yet, he was the one I was going to marry, and he kept it hidden from me. It was only now that I realized he'd mentioned him in the past tense. My vision went blurry again, and I felt like throwing up.