chapter 36

Marabella “Where did you hear that?” he hisses. I can hear the anger in his voice, but I also can also hear the strain in his voice. He is still in pain. “It came to me,” I answer shortly, not wanting to tell him I hear voices in my head. How nuts does that sound? He laughs; the sound is hysterical. “Of course it did,” he laughs, dusting himself off and standing up. He lifts his shirt. The bar has punctured through his lower stomach and hip but is still bleeding as he staggers. I gasp at the amount of blood he is losing and worry sets in. “Why aren’t you healing?” I ask hesitantly, only for him to laugh once again. What is he finding so funny? This is serious. “Because I drugged Kaif,” he says, putting pressure on it. I look around frantically for something to stop the bleeding. Come on, Marabella, focus. “I’m fine, Ella, just go,” he says quietly, nudging his head to the side. His breathing is slow, and his face is becoming pale. “You are bleeding everywhere,” I tell him when he slide