ROOSEVELT’S POV

Zyran froze.

He stared at the metal scissors next to my heels. He noticed the bright red blood on the white hospital floor. Then, he turned to Mina, who was loudly sobbing and clutching her sliced cheek.

"Mina!" Zyran yelled. His voice cracked with pure, terrifying panic.

He dropped to his knees beside her. He didn’t care that his expensive clothes were soaking up the blood on the floor. He gently pulled her hands away from her face to see the wound.

The cut was deep and ugly and It was bleeding fast.

"She did it, Zyran!" Mina wailed, hiding her face against his chest. Her small shoulders...