Stare Into the Abyss - Part 2

With those last words, Cain dropped hold of me and Andres stood beside him, keeping his distance from me. In mere seconds, the man that had saved my life swept me into his arms and did his best to move my camisole in a way that allowed the fabric to cover me the way it was meant to.

It was effortless, the way he walked, the way he carried me. There was something about this man that felt familiar to me—or it could have just been plain comfort I was feeling from someone who had saved me. I wanted to say thank you to him, to ask him his name, or even try to speak to him, but even though he had saved me, I was still terrified. My mind was nearly convinced that I was no longer dreaming, or I had lost my mind. Whichever one it was, I would do my best to keep myself alive.

“I’m not sure why you’re wasting your time saving her.” Cain continued to stare me down, avoiding contact with his brother’s eyes.