CHASE.
A gaping hole lodged itself as I watched everything unfold before me in slow motion. It was like I was watching a slow motioned drama, aired on the television. And it took me a moment, a slow agonizing moment, and the feel of my wife's body in my arms to stagger back to reality.
This was real.
Edward had just attacked my wife.
I was in a daze as I cradled her body to my chest. As her blood soaked my white shirt and slipped through my fingers. As the scent of dona fruit hits my nostrils in mere seconds.
Fuck! The bastard ate the fruit!
"No. No, please Zara no," I cried. I wasn't even sure what my voice sounded like. I was past thinking. Past caring. Just like Drew's only goal was to rip Edward's arms as well.
I'd sworn to keep Zara safe, and somehow I was doing a terrible job
