My hands shook as I tried to process that I just killed someone on an open street in the middle of the day.
“Hey.” Elio grabbed me and made me look at him, but I was so far away from reality that it was almost overwhelming. “You’re okay. Take a breath.” He made quick work of fixing my arm with the first aid kit that came out of nowhere and assured me I didn’t need a stitch after all.
I was pleased the partition was up and we were in a limo instead of a town car. I needed to be grounded because I felt like I was being pulled in a hundred different directions at max speed.
I swiveled, dropped to my knees in front of him, and desperately grabbed for his belt to release it. His hands came down and covered mine to stop me.
“As much as I understand your need to feel something, let’s just get
