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Chapter 11 : Survival

Eden's POV

I hurry and get dressed, running from the store to see Mason laid out on the concrete next to the car we drove out here. Falling to his side, I can't find the worst wound on his body, finding countless cuts and bloody splotches seeping through his clothes.

"Ma—Mason," I pant, my eyes blurred with frantic, scared tears. "Can you hear me? Can you move?"

He only growls, holding his hip where blood covers his palm. I peel his fingers back, seeing a deep stab wound that gushes crimson. His hand snaps back over the mark, fighting a scream in agony as he does so.

"I saw the whole thing!" a random pedestrian shouts, speaking quickly into her cell phone. "I called the police! They're sending an ambulance."

Mason bats my hand away as I try to help apply pressure to his hip. He speaks through grit teeth, "Go to the penthouse, Eden. You have to leave. You can't be here when the police get here, or it'll look suspicious."

I shake my head, my lips cold and quivering. "I can't
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