LARA
They all looked at me in silence and I knew that it wasn’t even my place to ask. Everything was as clear as day. Yet I couldn’t leave it like that either.
“Is my brother one of the prisoners?” the words came out dry, my voice croaked. And the pity in everybody’s eyes only made it worse.
“Yes, Lara,” Demir replied. We agreed not to lie to each other after all.
“Is he…wounded?” was my second question.
“Yes,” my fiancé stepped closer and stretched his hand to me to cup my chin, “I am sorry, Lara. It was… really bad there.”
“How bad?” I felt cold sweat trickling down my spine.
“Really bad,” this time Ryker took his turn to speak, and I noticed that he was covered in splatters of blood. Prim got out a white silk handkerchief and started to carefully wipe his face to hi
