(Dorian’s POV)
The car flies through the city. I hold Grace tight in my arms, trying to pass what strength I can to her through the contact.
Her beautiful face is swollen and bruised. A thin line of blood dried on the corner of her mouth. I touch her cheek, and my hand comes away wet. I don't even know if it's tears or her blood.
This is my fault.
I promised to protect her. I gave my word no one would ever hurt her again. Yet, barely a day has passed, and I already failed to keep that promise.
As the CEO of Cross Industries, I couldn’t protect my future wife. I couldn’t stop four maids and three pathetic monsters from hurting her.
When we reach the hospital, everything turns into noisy and bright, harsh light. Doctors and nurses swarm us, taking her away onto a gurney. I watch the do
