Alpha Nero
I say, shoving the fucker toward Orion.
Orion grabs the man, dragging him out of the cottage. I take a calming breath and run to Camellia’s side, scooping her into my arms. She’s still alive, but just knocked out. Her bottom lip is bleeding and her neck is bruised, and it’s making me regret not tearing that fucker in two.
I can’t let my guard down yet, not with my son here.
“Nereo,” I say softly, moving towards him. He’s still crying, his small body trembling. “It’s okay, buddy; she’s going to be fine.”
Bab Populer