Capítulo 115: One at a Time

Present — At the park on December 10

Angela's breath hitched upon hearing the last words that came out of his mouth. The entire time, her eyes swiftly scanned his body as though she was trying to guess where his wounds were, and then she would drag her gaze to his face as if she was trying to see what else was hurting. 

Gael didn't go into the gory details of how he bled or exactly how many of their men died. She didn't need to know everything—he believed she didn't have to know how gruesome it was to paint the picture. He didn't want to scare her.

Even so, with Angela's creative mind, she saw a vivid picture of what happened during his birthday. What was supposed to be a lovely celebration became bloody. She couldn't imagine seeing Gael bleeding out. Her heart dropped to her stomach at the image of him in her head losing so much blood that he almost lost his life.