Chapter 8 Granting A Last Chance

• BLAINE
• I cradled her against my chest, slowly lowering her to the concrete floor with a care I didn’t know I even possessed. Her body was limp in my arms, the jacket she wore soaked in blood. My own blood boiled when I saw the tear at her side—deep, jagged. She’d been hurt, and I wondered how, because it was not by us or our men. Which meant she’d been bleeding this entire time, hiding in the shadows, dragging herself through the filth of this place to watch her father be ripped apart.
• Dio, how did she even stay upright? This kind of flesh wound would be nothing for me, but she wasn’t used to this lifestyle yet. It would be harder for her. The only reason she was able to push through this long was probably the adrenaline rushing through her body.