**Isabella**
I watched Razor from across the room, my heart heavy with concern. "Razor," I said softly, approaching him with caution, "what are you going to do about Kira?"
His jaw tightened, his gaze distant as he wrestled with his thoughts. Kira, the bitch who had captured Cross's heart, was also the sister of Damon, that fucking bastard.
"I don't know," Razor admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't ignore what she's done, but I also can't bear the thought of what might happen if Cross finds out the truth about her."
I nodded. "I know, I'm also worried about Cross."
Razor ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his movements. "I can't risk Cross getting hurt," Razor muttered. "But I can't just bring myself to save that girl."
I placed a hand on Razor's arm. "I know you'll make the right decision sir."
