DAISY POV
Blood dripped from my face onto the cold concrete floor.
Drop… after drop… after drop.
Warm and sticky, it slid down my cheek, tracing a slow path along my jaw before soaking into the collar of my shirt. The metallic scent filled my nose, thick and nauseating. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I stared at the spreading red spots, my vision blurring with tears.
I slowly lifted my eyes and looked at Diesel.
There was pure shock written across his face. His storm-gray eyes were wide, locked on the blood covering me. For a terrifying second, the whole room seemed to freeze. Then he muttered, his voice rough and low, almost broken:
“Thank you, Star…”
He was looking straight at me, even while Donald screamed in pain behind him, clutching his bleeding hand. Diesel didn’t spare the
