VILKAS
“Breathe, Tasha...,”
I heard Collete’s voice speaking soothingly. We had just stepped into the front door of their home when my ears caught up with her almost startled tone.
Anxious about what was going on, my hand, like blazes, yanked the door open with urgency and vaulted over the distance to the kitchen, where I smelt her sweet scent. Vardano tailed in haste.
“What happened?!” Both of them jumped at the sound of my loud voice, looking astonished. Collete was shaking her head, but Tasha’s misty eyes were still zeroed on her hands. Bloodied. She was bleeding.
Fúck!
“I don’t know,” she said, gripping both of Tasha’s hands.
“Shít,”
My feet rushed to her side and took hold of her hands.
“Babe, are you okay?” Vardano asked Collete and hugged the woman, shushing her worries.
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