AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI
Olivia was bleeding.
And Nelly stood in front of her, cackling and taking pictures of her on the floor, with blood trickling down her thumb.
The sound of broken glass had alerted me in my room. I’d frozen for a second after the sound, and rushed down immediately only to see… that.
Dressed in her nightgown, Olivia had her knees on the floor. Blood trickled down her thumb, and she kept gasping like she was struggling to breathe.
“Olivia!”
Fear gripped my voice, as well as the concern I hated to admit. I rushed to her, aiming to pull her up to her feet, but Nelly’s hands prevented me.
“What are you trying to do?” Her voice was stern, and I saw her eyes twitching when they met mine. “You’re not trying to save her, are you?”
Of course, I was.
The sight of Olivia he
