Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad
I get to work fast, pouring a saline solution on the wound and probing through it, just as Sara, to get the bullet out.
We work with precision as Bones and Talia cry and writhe over the couch in pain. In record time, we are already putting a bandage over the wounds when we hear someone clapping their hands in amazement.
My eyes widen at the realization that someone's in here, too.
“Laura…” I grit out, reeling in the pool of dread.
As if on cue, two strange men drag Laura into the parlor.
“Let me go, you bastard!” She curses, thrashing in their arms.