Bound by Blood
He didn't look at Kovac.
His dark, haunted eyes were fixed entirely on me. He looked at the empty syringe on the floor, then up at my face, tracking the tears and the faint trace of blood beneath my nose. The terrifying, unyielding mafia lieutenant completely vanished, leaving behind the boy who had bled to carry me out of the fire.
A heavy, heartbreaking sadness filled his eyes as he saw the recognition in mine. He knew, without me saying a single word, that the walls were gone.
Bab Populer