Elena

“Are you a fucking fool? Why would you have stood there doing nothing when she placed a knife on your neck? Are you trying to die in her hands.” Worried filled, with a driving anger hatched on Diego, and the endearing tone which he used on me. His eyes unable to part from the wound on my neck.

His eyes feeding In total ruinous trance, and he was trying to manage and hold himself from yelling with his eyes which continuously grew hard on my skin which was cut open.

I gulped unable to come up with a proper word, thought he found me in the position which spelt...