KIRA’S POV
I kept screaming, my legs trembling as his weight pressed down on me, making it harder to breathe. My knees wobbled as I tried to move him, but he was too heavy. The stranger had passed out, his body limp against mine, and blood gushed from a wound or multiple I couldn’t see, soaking into my clothes, clinging to my skin.
His body shook and he let out a dry cough, “you—” he coughed again and threw up and I felt something hot splatter against my back. Blood.
Oh God!
“You… you must tell Don Adrian… the orphan, he the spy. He out for revenge… and he very cunning son of a bitch.” his accent was Italian, more like… Korean?
My mind couldn't register his words and all I could think of was getting him off me, my knees were slowly turning into jelly.
I didn’t know how long I stood t
