Lane brushed back his hair with a heavy sigh, staring at the dark ceiling.
So he died. Although he decided to survive for the time being, he failed in the end. Well, Noah's body was really frail, after all. Despite the quick medical intervention, it seems it wasn't able to withstand the poison…
Lane's hand slid down from his forehead, covering his eyes.
For some reason, he couldn't get Damien's face out of his mind. That distraught, desperate expression he had when he fished Lane out of the lake… How would he react when he came to the hospital, only to find the man dead?
But what was Lane supposed to do? Send him a message from a fake number, "Just so you know, I'm still alive, so don't be too sad?"
Yeah, right. There was no way. If he did that, he would only be confirming Damien's suspicions that he can move to a different body after death. Of course, it wasn't how it actually worked, and it still wouldn't give Damien any clues about Lane's true identity, but…
