Whatever it is that just happened, he knew he wasn't safe any longer. He feared what Blackwood would do to him if he found out about it, so he did the only sane thing he could do.
He ran. The lanky man staggered out of the wretched living room, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. The heavy weight of what he had done hung on to him like a heavy load; he nearly tripped over the unconscious body of Eliana's father, then his eyes fell on the crumpled form of her mother, both still breathing, but struggling.
He had just betrayed the only family he’d ever had. Blackwood had picked him up from the gutters, given him comfort. The scarred man, his partner, his brother in all but blood, lay dead just at the far corner. His hand still had fragments of blood smeared on it hand and it ha
