Irene:
I stand there, blinking in shock at everyone present, the blade of Tyler’s dagger glistens in the light and Chase shoots me a sorry look and Enrique just stands there, hands folded across his chest.
My eyes dart at the man crawling on the floor, blood gushing out of his shirt. Blood, too much blood.
The knot in my stomach twists, I think I am going to be sick and his words about him killing me makes my heart thud so painfully. The sight is enough for me to throw up.
My chest is heaving heavily as my gaze flies between them, Enrique says something, but I am too dizzy to even understand, then he strides towards me.
“Irene,” His deep voice rumbles out of his chest and through my pale lashes, I stare up at him.
“Hmm?” I reply dizzily.
“Come here.” He takes my hand, before giving
