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At least she’s not dead They didn’t kill her Anything is better than dead

“Cris,” Alec starts, rising fro back down to the chair

I look him over but can’t tell how much of the blood is his and how much is from the others What strikeshard not to shed

The last tirown raded before his eyes

My jaw tenses, ut twists

I go to him “Are you okay?”

“I should be dead”

Why aren’t you? I don’t ask

“He’ll be fine Out of commission for a while, but fine,” the doctor who stitched lehandedly keep his e paid “Can’t work this ar”

“Who were they?” I ask Alec

“Mexican soldiers Her uncle led them”

Jacob De La Cruz I’d seen hi with that fuck Felix Pérez

“Was she hurt?”

He doesn’t quite look at me

I grip his hair, force his face tohim to protect her

“Did They Hurt Her?”

“She was hunched over when they dragged her out,” he pauses “Naked,” he adds in a barely audible whisper

It’s hard to s I can’t put a finger on the thoughts and emotions turned to physical sensation inside e followed by the cold fear of loss Of losing so her

My dreaain Scarlett infor me to help her It was no coincidence