Carter kept his gaze on the sleeping Dahlia. He could hardly feel his arm and thigh due to the strain from staying in the same position all night. He didn't want to wake Dahlia and disturb her sleep. He didn’t care about feeling tired and sleepy, as long as the only thing on his mind was the safety of the woman he loved.
A few minutes later, Carter carefully laid her down on the bed, then quickly dressed and washed up. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, remembering what happened yesterday. He sighed deeply, his exhaustion evident, until the door suddenly opened and his best friend, Marco, walked in.
"Carter!"
"What?"
"Claire is here."
Carter was stunned. "What?"
"I didn’t let her in. Gia is talking to her downstairs. What are we going to do about Dahlia?" The question was cle
