Taste of the Light (Izotov Bratva #2)

Chapter 42 Eliana

ELIANA

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It’s dawn when I hear tires in the driveway. I get up and run to the front door, tripping and falling, bruising my shins on every piece of furniture we have. I nearly rip the damn door off its stupid goddamn hinges.

It takes me a moment to place what’s wrong. Then I realize:

One car door slams.

One set of footsteps approaches.

One pair of hands grabs my shoulders.

Zeke sinks to the ground with me as I fall on my knees, not caring that they cut open and bleed on the rough concrete stoop.

“I’m sorry, Eliana,” he whispers. “I did everything I could.”