~CHAPTER 50~
What's happening to me.
My mind was reeling, thoughts swirling, head spinning, as if it was detached from my body, leaving me dizzy and disoriented.
Just as I thought I was about to pass out, a hand clamped down on my shoulder, freaking me out.
I flinched, my body jerking violently. One of the men, the taller one with mesmerizing blue eyes, had stood up from his chair, his hand grasping my shoulder.
"Are you alright?" His voice was so soothing, like a gentle breeze on a summer day.
He spoke softly, like he was speaking to a fragile child, but his deep voice was like a rich chocolate that enveloped me in its warmth.
My palm getting slick with sweat and my stomach began to do flip flops like a gymnast, leaving me lightheaded.
"You look kind of pale," he repeated with concern as he scrutinized my face, trying to find any form of distress, which he can already see from my bruised face but he didn't say anything about it.