DAMON
Just then, someone ran towards us, it was Carlo, he was holding two masks in his hands.
Thank f**k. Finally, someone who knew how to follow orders without asking a million questions. The smoke was getting thicker by the second, and I could feel Annabel getting weaker in my arms. Her breathing was becoming more labored, and the panic in her eyes was killing me.
Quickly taking the masks from him, I crouched under the table, putting the mask around Annabel first, ensuring she was safe and her breathing was light, but the mask would give her oxygen in a few minutes.
"There you go, cupcake," I whispered, adjusting the straps so it fit perfectly around her beautiful face. "Just breathe, baby. I've got you."
Her eyes were wide above the mask, but I could see some of the panic starting
