VIOLET’S POV

Tracy was hot on my trail as we rushed up to the girl on the floor worry washing over me. I placed a hand on her neck checking for a pulse, she’s alive. Severely injured but alive.

“Trace, I need you to hold on to her.” I said through gritted teeth standing up with the girl in my arms. Her eyes were unfocused undoubtedly from dizziness and my heart felt for her.

I could already feel my blood boiling at this point as rage filled my chest. What could she have done to possibly deserve such treatment? I’m going to kill him. I thought making a move towards...