*CHAPTER 87*
AMELIA'S POV:
The sound of wood splitting as Derek crashed into the next bookshelf, snapped my out of my daze and as I tore across the room over do where he laid covered in books and broken wood, I wondered how the hell things had gotten this bad.
I crashed to the ground, my knees scraping the floor through my dress but that didn't matter so much to me as I was more concerned about Derek who's face was contorted in pain as he struggled to sit upright.
I grabbed him, pulling him into my arms and looking down at him, my eyes wide in horror. "Are you okay, Derek? Are you hurt anywhere?"
I began searching his bist for wounds and when I realized that this wasn't what I should be doing. I pulled away from him only to see that he was grinning even through the pain. I glared at
