AYLA
A crease formed between his brows, lips quivering, body growing cold, with blood beginning to stick to his skin like a second cloth.
"What do we do… what do we?" Sophia was shaking like she was going to go into coma next to this bloody bastard on my sofa.
"It's illegal... It's against the law...If anyone finds out…" She paused, eyes wide and searching for only God knows what.
Her eyes turned to me. "What if someone saw? What if they call the police? What if they…?"
"Sophia…" I said calmly, more to calm my own racing heart than hers.
"Uhmm… I mean, yes, ma'am." She stopped pacing the living room, the hem of her pajama pant soaked with some of Cassian's blood.
"Breathe."
She looked at me like that word was suddenly too big for her mind to comprehend it.
"Inhale. Breathe in. Slowly."
She did.
"Good," I muttered. "Exhale. Breathe in. Deeply. Exhale."
She repeated the process.
She looked like she was trying hard not to cry.
