Falling With Grace

I’ll kill anyone who did this.

“Leave me.” Her breathy whisper shattered as she tucked back into herself and whimpered, blood pooling beneath her.

My fingers grazed her shoulder, her hair falling over her face in a chestnut brown curtain.

“Please.”She flinched beneath my touch. “Just leave me be.”

What if she tried committing suicide, and I caught her on the tail end?

I could lose…

Grabbing her arms, I uncurled her body, allowing a full view of her arms and torso.

Grace screamed, tears blazing down her cheeks and pooling beside the bridge of her button nose.

Blood smeared across the floor beneath her, soaking her lower half and the ends of her t-shirt.

My stomach churned.

She couldn’t leave me. Not when I was so close to getting him.

“Let me look at you.”

“It’s not what you thi—”

I grabbed her shirt and pulled it up.

Creamy white skin marred by streaks of red rose to firm breasts in a white lace bra.

Nothing.

“I think…”

Her face blanched, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her body jerked, her arms hanging limp at her sides.

“Grace?” I pressed my finger to her throat, checking her pulse. My breath caught in my chest as I waited for her lungs to fill.

Ba-bump, ba-bump.

I exhaled, letting out a relieved breath. “Grace?” I tapped her cheek with my palm, yearning for those emerald eyes to flutter open. “Come on, Grace. Don’t do this.”

What the hell is going on?

Her chest rose as she snorted in a heavy breath through her nose. She opened her eyes and narrowed them, her brows colliding.

“Elias?” She winced, her arms moving over her belly as she contracted into a ball—the pieces falling into place like a jigsaw. “I um…”

She groaned, a sheen of sweat appearing across her pale skin.

Fuck.

“Hang on.”

I unbuttoned my suit jacket, shucked it off my shoulders, and draped it over her lower half. Tucking my arms beneath her legs and back, I hoisted her small frame against me and stood.

“What…” Her eyes widened as I adjusted her against my chest. “What are you doing?” Her brows hiked, her lips trembling as she glanced at my mottled white shirt. “You’re going to—”

“You think it’s the first time I’ve had blood on my clothes?” I kicked the bottom half of the door. “Eduardo, open the door.”