Chapter 235 Timer

• CORRIE
• My eyes casted down at Emmette, his eyes swollen but still locked on to mine. I had wrapped my arms around him after pretty much untying him pulling him close as I perched my knees to the floor clinging to him. Which surprised me because I thought either one of the men in the room would have been against that since Kennedy left.
• My free hand hesitated touching his roughed up face, with how big the bruise was, I knew this was Kennedy's doing. Just Looking at it, hurt so I wonder how Emmette could just lay in my arms smiling.