"How could I possibly think you'd treat me as well as you treat her?" Before Winston was done with his sentence, he felt something sweep him off his feet, making him fall to his knees.

Erin retracted her foot with a frown; her eyes were trained on Darius, and she looked concerned. Though she'd attacked Winston, she hadn't spared him a glance from beginning to end. She exhaled and asked, "Has something happened to Bridget? I felt something was wrong with her when she was last here but couldn't pinpoint it."

Darius glanced at her and sighed while shaking his head. "It's nothing." No one had yet to tell Erin the truth about her body because they'd yet to find a way to solve the problem, so he couldn't tell her what was wrong with Bridget, either. Otherwise, Erin would immediately link the dots and realize what was wrong with herself. Darius pretended to casually turn away; as his gaze swept over Winston, the look in his eye became one of warning. Winston immediately shut his mouth, reali