C10 The Missing Half

Nobody breathed.

Alessio dangled from the grasp of his uncle like a broken doll, his white shirt blackened with blood, a bandage adhering to the broken bones of his ribs and trailing black along the floor. Sweat had run down his grey face, but as his eyes met her own across the kitchen, a different fire was kindled in them.

Run, he mouthed.

She could not move.

"Don't look so shocked, my dear