Chapter 58
NIKOLAJ'S POV
Seeing Georgia fall like that felt like a physical blow to my chest. Seeing her crumpled at the bottom of the stairs was a thousand times worse.
I scrambled down the steps toward her, my heart hammering against my ribs, dreading the sight of a pool of blood spreading across the floor. I knelt beside her, my hands hovering before I gently touched her cheek.
"Georgia!" I called out, my eyes scanning for injuries.
There was no response. I checked her head first, but to my immense relief, there was no sign of a wound or wetness. I looked around frantically for the maids—had no one heard her scream? Was the house empty?
I scooped her into my arms to carry her to the car, and that's when I felt it. Something warm and wet. I pulled my hand back and felt my stomach drop. My palm was smeared with bright, fresh blood.
She was bleeding.
