Carmen
I at least expected a gun pointed straight at my face as I looked straight ahead.
Only for my mouth to drop open in complete and utter shock when instead standing in front of me was Nico who had his hands folded around his torso.
He still had that air of authority and a slight cruelty in his eyes as he looked straight at me.
His white shirt couldn'y be called white. Half covered in what had to be blood and enough dust that the shirt should be tossed away instead of washed.
He looked angry. No, he breathed it. It was the way he stood there looking right at me and I was half convinced that his mind was elsewhere.
Still was I glad to see him. Not sure I had been that excited to see anyone in a while. Especially when I had been half convinced that I was teetering on the edge of taking my final breath.
The door was ripped open and I stepped out with Martin and Vanessa behind me.
