Page 128 of No Saint

My eyes slide to Asher’s body and a shudder runs through me.

I was so tired. So fucking tired.

I feel my body slump back on the pole, somewhere next to me, bodies move and chains rattle, but I didn’t have it in me to look.

Gabriel was alive. He was safe.

I hear him drop.

“No!” He growls.

My eyelids droop.

“Her! See to her!”

Who was he talking to?

Oh that’s right! Devon. Enzo. They were here too.

Hands grab me and my eyes snap open, flinching, “It’s me, baby. It’s me.”

Gabriel’s face floats in front of my face, “Hi.”

“Amelia,” tears move down his face as he checks me over, wincing with every new mark he finds, “I’m so sorry.”

“She’s in shock, Gabriel,” Devon announces, “We need to get her out of here.”

“I’m tired.”

“That’s okay,” Gabriel tells me softly. My eyes were heavy but I could see the blood on him, the bruises.

“You’re hurt.”

“I’m okay. I’m going to lift you now, Amelia.”

I nod. I wouldn’t mind being carried, I was so tired. And cold. I was cold.

Did I say that out loud?

Enzo steps forward, shrugging out of his jacket to lay it over my front as Gabriel slides his arm under my legs, only to freeze and bring it back out.

Blood.

So much blood.

“What the fuck did he do to her!?” Devon bellows.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I frown, “Did I start my period already?”

Gabriel’s eyes fill with fear as he snaps his head around to Devon who’s already moving. “I need to look, Gabriel,” he warns.

Gabriel positions himself behind me, placing my head on his lap as Devon gets to his knees at my feet.

“Amelia, baby,” Gabriel says, looking down at me. “Look at me for a minute, okay?”

They were all being so gentle. So soft.

I stare up at him, “Are you hurt?” I whisper.

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