Grayson POV
My heart aches for her. For the pain she's suffered, for the emotional trauma she's endured. As I walk down the stairs and we leave that room behind, she struggles in my grasp and then stills as though she's grown tired, even as she keeps her eyes wide open, too fearful to close them. Her body is light as a feather in my arms and even though I've covered her in my jacket, the bruises and blood on her body stand out in the light of day while I try to keep my own tears at bay.
This was all my fault. Everything that had happened to her had been because of me. Knox and Ian are tight-lipped, their only concern for their sister as they walk silently behind me, their men beginning the hard task of cleaning up the mess. I don't know how they are going to explain all this to the medi
