Chloe's Point of View
“Zayde!”
The sound of his body hitting the ground knocks the breath from my lungs.
I yank my arm out of Uncle Zane’s grip, ignoring the way he tries to call me back.
The only thought racing through my mind is to stop my father from hitting him again, because he doesn't deserve this.
I dodge my father and I rush forward just as Zayde groans and pushes himself onto his elbows.
There is blood on his lip, and his cheek is already starting to swell.
“Zayde ”
I whisper, dropping to my knees beside him. My hands tremble as I touch his face, gently tilting it toward me.
“Oh my god…”
He winces but tries to smile.
“Hey.”
He murmurs.
“I'm still handsome, right?”
He tries to joke, and I glare at him through the sudden sting of tears.
“You are an idiot.”
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