I sighed in relief. As long as Serena and Brandon weren't kicking up a fuss for me, it would be a piece of cake to handle the
situation.
A while after hanging up the phone, Jones walked back into the hospital room. Dressed in a white coat with glasses and a mask. on, his cool, refined eyes were the only features visible. It was hard to reconcile this calm demeanor with the ferocity he displayed towards Nick the night prior.
Both he and Damon were blessed with handsome features, and the air of gentlemen seemed to come naturally to them. When they were calm and composed, it was impossible to imagine them resorting to violence.
"I'm sorry I've been so busy lately. I should have taken better care of you. You've become so weak," Jones said, sitting at the edge of my bed, a note of self-reproach in his voice.
