Gael cradled Angela in the backseat of the car, careful that he didn't hurt her back. He had already removed the bound around her wrists and began gently wiping her face with his handkerchief. She was still unconscious from the heavy blow that she got from the chain whip.
The scene replayed over and over in his head. The urge to break Evan limb by limb was strong. His grip on her arm tightened that she winced, and his hand relaxed.
"I'm sorry," he whispered above her head. This was all his fault. If he hadn't left her side, Evan wouldn't have gotten to her.
Gael didn't care that he was on the receiving end of that psycho's outrage. He would sacrifice himself for Angela in a heartbeat—no questions asked. He knew how much each strike hurt even though he had high pain tolerance, but for Angela to take that last one for him… His heart bled like a dam. He prayed that she would be okay.
