Damian's POV

"The mean girl? Who's married? Whose blood type is registered as AB?" I blink at Oliver, can't quite process what he said, "How much did you drink tonight?"

He rolls his eyes at me. He rolls his eyes at ME when he is the one being ridiculous?!

"Uncle Johnny always says that I saved your life, when in fact I hesitated about helping you," Oliver suddenly blurts, coming to sit by my side, "I felt bad taking your help because...I don't know if I would have saved you, if it wasn't my team member that hurt you in the first place."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," Oliver raises his glass, giving me a mysterious smile, "the world is a dark place."

What does that mean?!

"You know I lost my parents to a car accident, right?" Oliver leans in, his voice low and his look heavy, which is very rare, if you know him. "A car crashed into him, but it wasn't an accident. It was murder." "What?! Why the hell didn't you say anything?! We can look into it--"

amount of help from everyone, makes

source."

know any

sofa, looking at me sideways. The alcohol put a shade of red at the corners of his eyes, giving his smile a bloody shade, "You are

mean, it wasn't like he wasn't at fault. He kept raising the price because the buyer was rich and had a daughter in the hospital. Dad thought he could live off the big fish. But no... The big fish bit him in the ass. His

but I see only sorrow in his eyes. I never knew his world was so different than mine. I thought I

dad was not

my blood type a secret. Don't let people know, hide yourself in darkness, so the real darkness can't get you. That's what he said. Having something rare inthis world is

what to say. What do you say to a

it makes people around me all put on masks. They lie, they suck up they target

from these people for my life -- they

drink with a sullen look, "You should have told me about

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