My anger hadn’t subsided by the time I sat Evelyn on my bathroom counter to clean her up. In fact, it was a million times worse.
The shock seemed to be wearing off on the way home. She asked about Sofia, and I assured her that Sofia was fine and on her way home to my uncle.
I’d f*****g known better. I’d let my desire to make her happy keep me from making her safe, and I f*****g hated myself for it.
I slid the bloody skirt of her dress up her thighs to look at her legs. Her knees were scraped all to s**t, along with her forearms and chin. That alone almost sent me into a blind rage towards Deadleg, but I knew the consequence of him not getting her on the ground could have been me picking out a casket, and the way that sent a dangerous thunderstorm brewing through my insides, threateni
