Cassidy
Once the flare of adrenaline wore off, the ache set in.
I was scraped up—bruises blossoming along my arms, a cut on my lip, blood drying on my palm—but I was still standing. And more importantly, I was alive.
Kieran paced like a storm trapped in a human body. Every time he looked at the intruders, something dangerous flashed behind his eyes. He hadn't spoken in a while—he was thinking. Calculating. Planning the next move.
We tied the five unconscious men using anything we could find—curtain cords, belts, even a roll of duct tape Kieran dug out from a storage closet. Each one was bound and gagged, laid out in a line like fallen dominoes across the tiled floor of the main hall.
"I've already contacted the country's council," Kieran said, finally breaking the silence. "They're sending representatives in the morning. And Damon will be here tomorrow."
I glanced out the window. The stars were just beginning to fade.