Chapter 92

92

Lana

Blood.

It was blood. And the fact Armando was hanged on the wall, it seemed like his blood as he was not covered with only wounds but fresh blood oozed out of his head. Panic ran through my veins and anxiety took over my senses. Fuck them all for hurting him. I felt the strong urge to stand up for him and make every single person pay for their deeds but my audacity crushed the moment my senses knocked some logic into me. My heroic moves wouldn’t benefit us in any way. I had to bear the pain quietly, without showing it on my face.

For them, I hated him and I had to keep acting until I got the way out.

“Is he alive?” I didn’t know how these words left my mouth without any hesitancy, but one thing I was sure of; my heart bled in vain by now.

“I’m not sure. Ben, you left him breathing?” Claire turned around and asked her security who was not less than a vampire seeking the blood of humans; apparently my husband’s. His face was horribly steely. I wondered if he really had fangs