I’m still screaming as I look backwards, upwards into the dark sky and see Christian standing there, panting, rain streaming through his hair and down his face.
My breath leaves me as I figure out who it is – who was driving the blue car –
But I don’t have a chance to say anything as Christian grabs me, hauls me out of the car backwards with his hands firm around my arms. I gasp and try to get my feet beneath me as Christian pulls me out into the rain, but he holds me steady even as his hands shake.
“Iris!” he grits out from between his teeth. “What did he – are you –“
I spin, standing straight, still stumbling a little, and my hands find his chest. I lean against him, my legs quaking – still not understanding what happened. “Chrisitan?” I breathe, staring up into his beautiful face,
