Xavier rode the motorcycle as fast as he could without causing more injuries to Leila. His heart was in his throat despite his calm façade. He knew that if he did not keep his wits, he was more likely to make mistakes.
When he arrived at Sterling's home, he went through the gate without anyone stopping him. As expected, Sterling was reliable in serious matters. He stopped outside the front door and got off the bike with Leila in his arms.
Her face looked pale and clammy, and her breathing was shallow.
His heart ached at seeing her in pain, but he also felt angry towards her. How could she allow herself to be injured? She put on the bracelet herself and let it corrode her skin and go into her bloodstream.
What was she thinking?
