Kane
I pulled the coat back over her skin and brushed the soft hair out of her face. Grabbing her hand, I examined it for injuries and, to my horror, discovered that her knuckles were bruised, revealing pink skin. Two nails were broken and bleeding.
Pain shot through me as my thumb gently rubbed her injured knuckles.
"Hold on, Zara," I whispered hoarsely, unable to tear my eyes away from her injured hand and peaceful face.
I couldn't even imagine what she must have been through. How would she have panicked and fought back against the monster trying to kidnap her? How long had she been locked in the elevator?
According to Masji, at least 50 minutes had passed since she was taken away. No wonder she'd lost consciousness. I slowly rubbed my thumb over her injured cheek, praying she hadn't been seriously injured or sexually assaulted.
Olfi parked the car in the space, and paramedics rushed over. In a flash, they opened the back door and took her from my arms.
