Delilah's POV
My entire body bounces on the bed, and the force wakes me up.
"Carmine? Are you finally coming to bed?" I wish I could say I know what has gotten into me, but I want his presence. He's terrifying, but it's the last thing I feel when I'm with him. And if I'm ever afraid, it isn't because I'm afraid of him. I'm afraid of how good the bad in him makes me feel. It's addicting.
"Carmine?"
"Not Carmine." Arms slide under me and bring me against a foreign chest, but I know the voice.
"Matias? What's going on?"
"I'll explain later. We need to move. Now."
There's a stranger in my room, a guy closer to my age, but he follows us out the door. A loud crack rings, and I scream, ducking my head as the gunshot echoes.
"Carmine!" I scream for him, but he doesn't answer.
