Charlotte's POV

I immediately shot up, my vision spinning as I scanned the room, spotting the two young men engaged in a heated fight.

Everything unfolded in slow motion, giving me the opportunity to slip on my panties hanging at my legs. I hurriedly pulled down my shirt with trembling hands, my head spinning with nausea.

The previously locked door was now open, so I dashed out of it, fearing for my safety among the fighting men.

Just as I was about to run through the door, a painful growl startled me, and I turned to find an unknown man, his face obscured, holding a knife buried into Zayden's head....