“I can’t believe he got away.” I said still covered in both Allessandro’s and Isabella’s blood as I sat on the couch.
“Not quite. We are going to Russia where he will be hiding at his father’s compound.” Collin commented stepping over the broken glass in my direction.
Collin picked up my wrist. I was still in shock I had not even realized that my wrist was swollen with a black bruise forming from Damien’s strike. He ever so gently placed a cold compress over it and walked away again. Even at a time like this, he was aware that I was injured and looking after me.
How could Collin be thinking of a next move right now? I know that we have to come up with another plan, but I am so traumatized from what just happened. I need to just sit for a few minutes. He is already refilling
