Shirley's POV
I gasped again, watching how Darius fell lifelessly. That could have been me.
My eyes locked with Mac, who widened his eyes, suddenly petrified and couldn't even move.
"What have you done!" I snapped, quickly squatting to his level to wake him up. His skin was turning pale already, and I grew more perturbed trying to examine his pulse.
Mac pushed me away from him as he carried Darius in his arms. Hastily, he placed him on the bed.
His palms rubbed his face, his voice shaky and barely above a whisper.
"Darius, please open your eyes, I swear I won't hurt her!" he pleaded, rubbing his hands, which were turning cold.
My eyes have witnessed enough for today.
It was just something I couldn't fathom. If he was this worried over Darius, why would he traumatize him?
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