“Damien!” he groans before coughing. He probably got a bunch of cotton from the sock down in his throat. That must be irritating. Big baby. I crouch down in front of him and wait. “Please, Damien. I’m begging you. Leave her alone. She’s just starting to live her life. Kill me instead. I’ll gladly take her place.” What is his obsession with thinking I want to kill Trixie? No, I’m not going to do that. However, I do have his death mapped out to the finest detail.
