Eyes mirroring my hazels looks at me tearing up as a huge ball of sob clogs my throat. This must be a dream because I could still hear the gunshots very loud and clear of that unfortunate night, I could hear her screams of the night, the men who laughed sinisterly at her cries of pains intensifies and then silence.
Find her! Find her!!!
I ran for my dear life crying in the hidden walls of our mansion leading to the center of the city park through the sewers. The first thing I felt when I came out for fresh air to help me breath was emptiness, my clothes ruined and my face and body covered with either dirt or dried blood. People kept looking at me like I was a mad child or a beggar; no one would have believed minutes ago I was the Vatore's Princess and I brutally watch my grandparents, my
